## Scene: Cozy Cafe - Alborn, MN Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Cozy Bean, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Maria, lost in a world of her own, cradled her camera, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her dark eyes darted across the worn leather casing, tracing the nicks and scratches that whispered of adventures past. A shadow fell across her table. Startled, she looked up into the stern face of a man in a crumpled trench coat. **Hunter:** "Excuse me, Miss." His voice was gruff, seasoned with the roughness of a life lived on edge. "I'm Detective Hunter. I was hoping you could answer some questions about..." He paused, searching for the right words. "About what happened yesterday at the apple orchard." Maria's eyes widened, a flicker of fear breaching her composed facade. **Maria:** "El...el hombre...desaparecido?" Her voice trembled, barely a whisper. **Hunter:** "Uh...sorry, Ma'am, I don't speak..." He trailed off, realizing she didn't understand. Maria clutched her camera tighter, distress clouding her features. In rapid, anxious Spanish, she explained her encounter at the orchard earlier that day. **Maria:** "Yo lo vi...una sombra...desapareció...muy rápido...temo..." Hunter's brow furrowed. He listened patiently, his gaze unwavering, trying to glean meaning from her frantic gestures and the few words he understood. **Hunter:** "Slow down, Ma'am. Can you... point? Show me...?" Using broken English and frantic hand movements, Maria tried to convey what she'd seen. She pointed towards the door, mimicked a tall figure vanishing into thin air, her voice catching in her throat as she spoke. Hunter listened intently, a knot of unease forming in his stomach. He understood the primal fear in her eyes, the sense of something deeply unsettling. Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening. **Hunter:** "I gotta go. I apologize, Ma'am. I'll...I'll try to find someone who speaks Spanish." He patted her shoulder awkwardly, feeling a pang of helplessness at the sight of her retreating figure. Maria watched him go, her gaze lingering on his departing form. She tucked her camera close, a cold dread settling in her stomach. Something was terribly wrong in Alborn. **Dialogue:** **Maria:** "El...el hombre...desaparecido?" **Hunter:** "Uh...sorry, Ma'am, I don't speak..." **Maria:** "Yo lo vi...una sombra...desapareció...muy rápido...temo..." **Hunter:** "Slow down, Ma'am. Can you... point? Show me...?" **Hunter:** "I gotta go. I apologize, Ma'am. I'll...I'll try to find someone who speaks Spanish."