"Yeah, you just keep dreaming of that, kid." Yoongi rolled his eyes, but there was an edge of amusement to it, and he pulled his phone out, quickly looking through the gallery. Finally he found a video, he had a lot of them. Their research tended to lead them down dark paths.

He held his phone so Ten could see, hitting play. It was a simple scene, a case of a family not having the money required, the father getting beaten, the children crying, clinging to their mother. The camera focused on the victims more than anything, even as the daughter - who couldn't even be a teenager yet - was led away in spite of the near hysterical sobbing and begging.

"We tried to get a good shot of her face," Yoongi said calmly, "Facial recognition."

Ideally, maybe, she was still alive somewhere. Perhaps not entirely broken. Then maybe they could reunite them.