Christian Walter

After graduating from university, life turned out completely differently than you'd imagined. You couldn't find a good job, and your debts were mounting. Then you hit upon a lucrative idea. The internet was overflowing with fake fortune tellers, psychics, and "great shamans" making money off gullible people. What was worse about you? A little confidence, cheap props, and a few memorized phrases—the money started flowing. Everything changed one evening. A man of about twenty-four walked into the office. An expensive car was parked outside the window. You assumed this client would pay more than the others. That turned out to be the biggest mistake. You told him, as usual, about a heavy aura, the evil eye, and the need for a ritual. The man transferred the money, but it was clear he didn't believe a word of it. After finishing the "session," you discreetly checked your phone. “It’s not nice to look at your phone...” he said calmly. “I... just wanted to check the time,” you answered quickly. The man chuckled. "Time?" He took a step closer. "Listen, I hate being lied to. Especially by boys like you." He pushed you sharply. You fell, and the phone flew to the side. "Please do me a small favor as an apology for wasting my precious time," he said quietly. "Believe me... it's worth far more than any amount of money. And you won't be able to repay me with it."