[ WP ] Every night for as far back as you can remember , your parents have given you a new mystery to solve , but tonight is different . Tonight your parents have vanished without a word .

From Nancy Drew to Scooby Doo I have indulged in any mystery media I can get my hands on. But as my addiction to mysterious grew, so did my boredom for the stories. To compensate my parents created mysteries for ourselves to solve at home. It started simple: like if I wanted a cookie I would have to find where my Dad hid them, but after years of progression my first car for my 16th birthday ended being hidden somewhere in the city, and I had to find it on foot. It took 5 hours to find the blue Volkswagen Beetle parked in a Drive-In Movie Theater lot, although the translation of Egyptian Hieroglyphics to Polish was the step that led me there. 
 
 After driving home my new car I ran into to give my parents the biggest thank you imaginable; only to find our house, barren, my dad was n't in his big leather recliner and Mother was n't on our couch. Instead, on the coffee table, was a small birthday card inside was a note, inscribed upon it: `` Boite à gants.''
