One day I was watching anime. It was my day off, the kids were away with their mom on a trip to the in-laws. I got a mail delivery so as normal I check the mail around 4pm. On that fateful day, I found an envelope that showed a picture of my wife, kids, mother and father in law tied up with guns to their heads. And in the back corner of the photo was my super rare One Piece hoodie. And on the bottom was written, “It was the Olives.” When I saw my hoodie on the brink of death I cried for hours. I was determined to find out where the olives were keeping my priceless hoodie and try to get the woman who makes my food back as well. I see in the photo a few pieces of coal and remember my in-laws live beside a coal factory. I track down the coal factory and break in through the back. All I have is a pistol with two 10 round magazines. I search the factory top to bottom. My sweet and innocent hoodie nowhere to be seen. I had almost given up hope until I found a secret room under a flight of stairs. I fire three rounds into the lock and it comes right off. Alas, it was empty but matched the room in the photo. On the floor in the middle of the room was another envelope. Inside that one was another picture but with one of my children missing. It read “get us 100,000 dollars or we’ll kill the rest one by one.” I couldn’t find my hoodie anywhere in the photo, until. I noticed just under my wife’s left ass cheek was one of the sleeves to my hoodie. There was still hope. I scoured the photo, trying so desperately to find a clue…. AHA! I had found that on the top right corner was a tiny doll sitting on a shelf. Only two towns over was an abandoned doll store. I managed to sneak in through a window in the back and can hear voices. It was my wife’s for sure. She was begging for them not to shoot my mother in law, but I couldn’t hear her saying anything about my hoodie. I heard two distinct voices unfamiliar to me. I heard a gunshot and so I decided to charge in and shoot my way to victory. I burst open the door and pointed my gun a one of the men. He grabs my wife and daughter as a shield, while the other grabs my father in law over his dead wife’s corpse. I search frantically for my hoodie and yell “WHERE’S MY FUCKING HOODIE?” One of the men laugh and say look behind you. I turn my head and see my hoodie torn to pieces and then I hear gun shots. I quickly turn back around to see my wife and father in law shot. I shoot one of the men and point the gun at the other. He begs for mercy and says he knows a way to fix the hoodie. With tears running down my face, blurring my vision with salty despair. I say in a frantic voice “H-how? Please, I-I’ll do anything if you can fix it. PLEASE!” He says all you have to do is bring it to me. I comply and go to grab it. When I turn around he quickly shots my father in law and then throws a jar of olives at the back of my head with ninja fast speed and accuracy. I lay, covered in olives and olive juice while I am wrapped up in my now completely ruined hoodie. To this day I’ve been horrified of olives because they remind me of my greatest loss. My priceless One Piece hoodie…