"Alright, done," He said calmly as he snapped his finger twice, acting as if he had truly used his skill to put trackers on them.
Although they felt nothing, the two men were actually convinced that there was indeed a tracker on them right now.
The waiter even instinctively touched his throat, feeling as if the tracker was placed there, and that one thought from Desther would mean the tracker going off to kill.
After terrorizing the two of them, Desther did not linger in the area any longer and swiftly returned to his new apartment.
It was a long and tiring day for Desther.
A lot has happened, but fortunately he was able to outdo them successfully.
Laying on his new bed, Desther decided to doom scroll once before sleeping.
As a bonafide lazy man, this was a habit he did not want to get rid of.
It may feel unproductive for others, but for Desther, this was actually what productivity looked like.
