"Kim," the police chief stepped out of his office, leaning against the doorway as he beckoned detective Kim Seokjin over with a finger. "Step in here a minute. Got something for you."

Wondering what it could be, Seokjin rose from his seat, following the older man into the office, where he shut the door behind him.

"Sir?" He questioned, taking a seat on the opposite side of Chief Lee.

"We've been getting numerous phone calls the past two days from dispatch, saying the same thing. That some kid got abducted from his house while he was recording himself. He had a lot of viewers watching when the incident happened, and now they all seem to be barraging us to do something. I want you to look into it, see if it's real or some juvenile stunt." He slid a file over the desk.

Seokjin picked it up. "If it's a prank, it's a very elaborate one, to coordinate so many calls, all with the same story. Especially if they didn't end it after just a few hours or so."

"That makes me believe there's some truth to it." The chief nodded. "Though I do hope it's fake, for the sake of the kid."

Seokjin rose from the chair. "I'll let you know when I find something, sir."

And he walked back to his office, opening the file as he did so.

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The file contained a call log of all the incoming calls for two days, and all the ones centric to Seokjin's case were highlighted. The list was three pages long, and about 70% of the calls were highlighted.

He sent down a request to dispatch, asking for a transcript of a few of the calls so he could hear different versions of the story. As he scanned the list, he noticed that while most of the highlighted calls were domestic, some were international. America, France, The Philippines, Germany, the U.K., China, Canada, Italy, Mexico, Latvia, and some others.

This kid must be pretty famous to have viewers on almost every continent on the planet. Sure, maybe this guy just had a lot of friends, but Seokjin didn't believe that, for some reason. The feeling that this was a prank was fading more and more.

He sent a few requests from the international numbers as well, to get their transcripts too.

As he waited for them to get back, he leaned back in his chair, thinking.

If this was real, then this guy had to have a social media following.

He straightened up, opening up Twitter, Instagram and Facebook in separate tabs. He went to the trending section, and his eyes widened at what was showing.

#5 in Korea: #CALL119FORMOONCHILD

#7 in Korea: #LIVEABDUCTIONOFMOONCHILD

He clicked on the top one, seeing hundreds of tweets flood the timeline, all of them saying the same thing.

They had been watching a stream of a popular boy when suddenly a dark figure broke in and rushed at him. There was a small fight, screaming, crying, pleading, and then the boy never entered the frame again.

There were some tweets asking if this was real, and replies to those tweets showed small recordings of a computer screen. Seokjin clicked on one, seeing a boy with his head kept out of the frame sitting on a bed. Seokjin turned up the volume on his computer, just in time to flinch when there was a loud bang.

A figure in all black suddenly ran at the boy, grabbing at him.

The boy yelped, trying to fight the figure off, before he was thrown to the floor. The heavy movement caused the laptop to jerk slightly, showing a slightly new angle. It was facing a mirror, where Seokjin could see part of the boy.

The figure was on top of the boy, a needle in his hand.

Seokjin swore, forcing himself to watch as the sharp tip was jabbed into the boys thigh.

The figure rose then, and the boy bolted.

They were both out of the shot now, but Seokjin could still hear the boys pleading, heard a slam, the sound of a picture falling off its hook and crashing to the floor.

The boy begged some more, sounding weak and terrified as it got fainter and fainter.

The distant slam of the front door.

And then nothing.

Seokjin swore under his breath as he scrolled, reading the different tweets. They were confused, concerned and scared. This didn't seem like a prank at all.

The username of the kidnapped boy appeared to be moonchild, and Seokjin typed that in, clicking the first result.

It took him to a profile whose picture made Seokjin's eyes linger.

Tan skin, strong abs, tight underwear that did nothing to hide what was underneath it...

The face was cropped off again, no doubt protecting his identity, as Seokjin quickly found out the kind of stream this boy was doing.

Several of his most recent tweets were blurred out, and Seokjin didn't click to unblur them.

The fact the kid was a porn star gave the detective an idea of potential motive and he grimaced.

His username was vague, just Moonchild, and Seokjin didn't think there would be anything here to give him an idea of the boys real identity. His location said Korea, and given that he spoke Korean in the video, Seokjin decided to assume that the boy was from Korea. That narrowed things down at least a little. It would make getting to the crime scene quick and easy.

He checked Facebook and Instagram too, seeing that the boy had accounts on both. His face was never in any of the posts or pictures, and there was nothing that could identify him- no full name, no face shots, no tattoos.

He typed up a quick email, asking IT to get the I.P address from this user, and he noticed he had a new message waiting for him.

Dispatch had sent over the transcripts.

He opened the file and read them over. The foreign ones had been translated, and they matched up with what the domestic calls and all the tweets were saying. They all described the video perfectly.

This was not a prank or a stunt.

It was horrifyingly real.

A boy had been kidnapped right from his own bedroom, in front of thousands of people, and had already been missing for over two days.

The first 48 hours were the most critical, and now they had passed without the detective getting a chance to jump on it.

Things were not looking good for moonchild.

Wherever he was.