Taken
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Something eerie is going on. People from the city have gone missing and haven't been found for days. Police and investigators are struggling to find the thief. What could possibly be the thief's motive? Trevor, a young curious boy, thinks he might have a clue. A girl named Khari from his high school is definitely on his suspect list. He feels as if she might have some sort of connection to what's going on. But the pieces just aren't clicking. Something is just not right. Even his little sister is starting to act strange. Like the rest of the people in the city, he has to be careful and play low. He doesn't want to be another victim. He can't be another one Taken.
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