Here is the scene: Maria sat at the small café, sipping on a cup of coffee and scrolling through the photos on her camera. She had captured some beautiful shots of the Minnesota landscape, but her mind kept wandering back to the strange occurrence she had witnessed the night before. Just as she was starting to get lost in thought, a tall, imposing figure approached her table. He introduced himself as Detective Hunter, and Maria's instincts told her that this was not a social visit. Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm investigating a series of disappearances in the area. Can you tell me if you've seen anything unusual lately?" Maria looked up at him, her eyes wide with concern, and responded in rapid-fire Spanish. Maria: "¡Ay, Dios mío! La noche pasada vi algo muy extraño. Estaba caminando por el bosque y vi una figura sospechosa merodeando por allí. Me dio mucho miedo." Hunter's expression turned from interested to confused. He shook his head, clearly not understanding a word she was saying. Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss. Can you speak English? I don't... uh..." Maria tried again, this time speaking more slowly and hoping that Hunter would somehow magically understand her. Maria: "La figura era alta y llevaba un abrigo negro. Me pareció muy sospechoso. ¿Usted cree que pueda tener algo que ver con las desapariciones?" Hunter's confusion deepened, and he looked around the café as if searching for a translator. Just as he was about to respond, his phone rang. He answered, listened for a moment, and then stood up. Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss. I have to go. Can I get your name and contact information? I'll send someone over to talk to you later." Maria nodded, still looking troubled, and handed him a piece of paper with her name and phone number. As Hunter left the café, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just stumbled into something much bigger and more sinister than she had ever imagined.