extremely dangerous. Four robed men stand over a stone slab with a squirming little boy tied down to it. Over and over, he’s screaming to let him go. His little voice breaking as he cries for help. I run a hand over my face when they plunge a curved knife into his chest. They fill metal goblets with his blood and drink the entirety of the cup in one swallow. I force myself to watch and endure the pain alongside this boy. Because even though this innocent soul is now gone, that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything in my power to find justice for him. When the video is over, I have to turn away and breathe through the urge to vomit. “Z?” | had forgotten Jay was even on the phone. “Yeah?” I respond, my voice hoarse and barely there. “T... | couldn’t watch it, man. I couldn’t do it.” I close my eyes and breathe deeply. “That’s okay,” I say. “You don’t need to.” Jay knows how hard I take these things, but he also knows I refuse to turn away from them. That’s what most people do when it comes to human trafficking. Everybody knows it exists, and most will educate themselves on how to avoid it, but they can’t watch when it comes to the reality of it. Can’t listen. Can’t see the depravity. Because if they don’t look, then they can go back to their normal lives and live on as if there aren't thousands of people out here dying every day. Jay isn’t one of those people, he’s doing what he can. But he also doesn’t have the stomach for it, and I can’t blame him. Because I don’t either. And to be honest, the people who do are the ones who are trafficking them and committing the crimes. “Ts it the four we’ve been tracking?” I ask. Jay sighs. “No, Mark was spotted at a restaurant last night with his wife during the timestamp of the video. Looks like different men, but these ones aren’t identifiable. I imagine they only do the ritual once.” I nod my head, my mind racing as I try to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do. About six months ago, a video leaked on the dark web of four men in black robes performing a ritual on a little girl. I’m not sure if it was arrogance or what, but the men kept their hoods down, unfazed with onlookers seeing exactly who they were. Even with the low-quality video and dim lighting, I was able to identify them immediately. Senators Mark Seinburg, Miller Foreman, Jack Baird, and Robert Fisher.