**Title: The Trouble in Alborn** *Setting: Maria sits at a small, rustic cafe in Alborn, MN, the scent of fresh pastries wafts through the air as she fiddles with her camera, reviewing her recent photos. The morning sun casts soft light across the wooden tables and chairs, and a warm breeze occasionally ruffles the page of an open magazine beside her. The atmosphere is one of quaint charm, a serene backdrop to the brewing mystery.* --- **Maria:** "¿Por qué desaparecen todas estas personas? Vi algo extraño anoche en el festival de manzanas... y tengo miedo." *(Why are all these people disappearing? I saw something strange last night at the apple festival... and I'm scared.)* **Hunter:** "Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't understand. You were at the festival night?" **Maria:** *[gesturing with her camera and looking desperate to be understood]* "La cámara... aquí hay algo. Algo importante." *(The camera... there is something here. Something important.)* **Hunter:** *[perplexed and pointing to the camera]* "What's on the camera? Did you photograph anything important?" **Maria:** "Sí, sí. Pero... no sé cómo explicarlo." *(Yes, yes. But... I don't know how to explain it.)* *[She looks around, as if seeking help from the fellow patrons who might bridge the language gap.]* **Hunter:** *[sighing and taking a deep breath]* "Photos. Can you show me?" **Maria:** *[frustrated, flipping through the images on her camera]* "Aquí, aquí... mira esto." *(Here, here... look at this.)* *[She points to the screen displaying an image showing a shadowy figure in the background of the festival.]* **Hunter:** "Oh... okay." *[Squinting at the image, trying to discern its significance]* "Not sure what I’m looking at, but I'll have someone help translate later." *(The conversation is interrupted as Hunter's phone buzzes urgently in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen with a furrowed brow.)* **Hunter:** "I need to take this. It's about the case. I'll have to leave, but I'll find someone who can translate your photos. Thank you, Maria." **Maria:** "Estoy preocupada... por favor, encuentra quién me entienda." *(I'm worried... please find someone who can understand me.)* *(Hunter nods, a silent promise to address the language barrier, before stepping away to take the call. Maria watches him leave, clutching her camera with a hope that the images she captured will help untangle the mystery enveloping Alborn.)*