The black-skinned old man came to a sudden halt on the rooftop, his eyes fixated on Johan's every move. A sly grin crept across his face as he admitted to himself, "This one... he's proven to be quite a challenge to manipulate. A difficult specimen indeed."
As Johan continued his journey, unaware of the old man's watchful gaze, the mysterious figure delved into his own memories. Scenes from the past unfolded in his mind, showcasing his mastery in manipulation.
"I remember that time," he mused, recalling an event where he effortlessly manipulated an entire crowd, inciting them to turn against one another. The old man reveled in the chaos he orchestrated, reveling in the power he held over the minds of others.
