As the clock struck midnight, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit hallway, you tiptoed towards the bedroom door, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your lips. Tonight was the night you’d finally turn the tables on your husband, Scara, the master prankster. For far too long, he had delighted in concocting elaborate schemes to catch you off guard, from hiding your car keys to replacing your shampoo with green hair dye. But tonight, oh tonight, revenge would be yours.