Player 1: Guys, move up!
Player 2: Whoa! Carter, you're on fire.
Carter: Woo-hoo!
Night$Monk: No joke!
And hey, have pity on the new guy.
Carter: Not gonna happen.
(laser blasts)
Player 1: Oh, yeah! Player 2: Nice.
(Carter laughs) Mom: Okay, pro gamer.
Dinner time.
Carter: Gotta go, guys.
Night$Monk: Hey, it's Carter, right?
Carter: Mm-hm. Night$Monk: I think I go
to your old school.
Wanna join my chat and play some PvE later?
Carter: Yeah, I'll be right back.
(button clicks) (computer game tinkles)
(mid-tempo instrumental music)
(plate dings) (mid-tempo instrumental music)
Dad: Hey, what's up?
Carter: Hey, Dad. We have a new guy in our squad.
His KDR is insane.
Dad: Huh. (mid-tempo instrumental music)
Carter: Yo, I'm back. Night$Monk: Nice.
Hey, I don't recognize you from school.
Did you guys move?
Carter: Yeah. We're in Westlake now.
Night$Monk: Cool.
Well if we're gonna team up,
you can't be looking like a scrub.
Here. Take these credits and unlock the dark void skin.
Carter: No way! That's worth like 60 bucks. Thanks, bro!
The squad is gonna be jealous.
(intense instrumental music) Dad: Hmm.
Night$Monk: Oh, my girlfriend's coming soon.
Hey, are you with someone?
Carter: Eh, no.
Night$Monk: Wow, Carter the loner
has big evening plans with his parents.
Carter: Nah, my folks are busy. They let me do whatever.
Night$Monk: Hey, I think I know a girl
that'd be into you.
Snap some pics and I'll show her.
(intense instrumental music) (camera snaps)
Wow, you're joking, right? Come on, show some skin.
(camera snaps) (t-shirt flops)
Go harder, bro. Show the girl what she wants to see.
(camera snaps) (ominous instrumental music)
(cellphone dings) (ominous instrumental music)
Mom: Carter?
Night$Monk: Nice! That's more like it.
Kinda stupid though.
You know I'm showing these to your friends
over at Westlake Middle School, right?
Your life ends when I hit send.
Carter: What? Are you kidding? No!
Night$Monk: Relax.
As long as you do me a little favor,
I can make sure nobody sees these pics again.
(somber instrumental music)
(Mom sighs) Mom: Honey, I'm worried
about Carter.
He's always online with that new friend.
Dad: Yeah, I know.
I'll talk to him on the way to school tomorrow.
Mom: Good. Something doesn't feel right.
It reminds me of an article I saw the other day
about online predators.
I'm gonna look it up.
Dad: Send me the link when you find it.
(intense instrumental music)
Narrator: Causing someone under the age of 18
to engage in a commercial sex act,
regardless of using force, fraud,
or coercion, is human trafficking under US law.
If you suspect a child is being exploited,
call or text the National Human Trafficking Hotline
or submit a report to the National Center for Missing
and Exploited Children's Cyber Tip line.
Call local law enforcement if someone
is in immediate danger.
(intense instrumental music)