Here is the scene: Maria sat at a small café on Main Street, her eyes fixed on the camera in front of her. She fiddled with the lens, lost in thought. The camera was her comfort zone, a way to capture the beauty of the world around her. But today, her mind was elsewhere. Hunter, a tall and imposing figure, walked into the café, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Maria. He strode over to her, his expression stern. "Licencia," Maria said, startled, as Hunter cleared his throat to get her attention. Hunter hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Excuse me... uh... miss... I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn police department. I'm investigating a string of disappearances in the area. I couldn't help but notice you're not from around here. Have you heard or seen anything unusual lately?" Maria's expression changed from curious to troubled. "¿Qué está pasando en este pueblo? La noche pasada vi algo terrible. Estaba sacando fotos en el festival de manzanas y... y..." (What's going on in this town? I saw something terrible last night. I was taking pictures at the apple festival and...) Hunter's face contorted in confusion. "I'm sorry, miss... I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English?" Maria's eyes widened in frustration. "¿No entiendo? ¿Por qué no entiende?" (I don't understand? Why don't you understand?) Hunter hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. He glanced around the café, hoping to find someone to translate, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Just then, Hunter's phone rang. "Excuse me," he said to Maria, standing up to take the call. "I have to go. Can you... uh... wait for me here?" Maria nodded, still looking shaken, and returned to her camera, her eyes fixed on the lens as if trying to escape the unpleasant conversation. "Sí, esperaré" (Yes, I'll wait). Hunter walked away, answering his phone call, unsure of how to proceed with the investigation, now that he had hit a language barrier.