It started as a dare—nothing more. My friend called me late on a Friday, excitement in his voice. “Come on, it’s just for fun. Nobody will notice, and it’ll be hilarious.” At first, I hesitated. I knew better. But there was that stupid urge to prove myself, to be “cool,” to not back down. So I agreed. The plan was simple: sneak into the closed electronics store, grab a small, cheap item—just enough to prank a few friends—and leave. It sounded harmless.