"Marie looked up from her camera, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and concern. 'Merde,' she whispered, 'rien n'est plus. Manque absolument tout.' (Translation: 'Oh no, nothing's there. It's completely gone.') Hunter frowned, looking puzzled. 'I didn't understand a word you just said.' Marie's face twisted in distress. 'Oh, non, oh pitié... ils l'ont emporté. Il faut que je trouve... pour ceux qui m'attendent.' (Translation: 'Oh no, please... they took it. I must find... for those who are waiting for me.') Hunter's confusion deepened. 'Look, I'm trying to investigate a series of disappearances here in Alborn, and I don't have time for a language barrier. Can you speak in English, kid?' Marie's hands shook as she reached for her camera. 'No, no, je ne peux pas.' (Translation: 'No, I can't.') Hunter sighed. 'Okay, let me try this. What are you talking about? What's missing?' Marie's voice cracked. 'Just... la lumière. Elle est disparue.' Hunter's expression was a mixture of frustration and concern. 'Take a deep breath, kid. Let's start from the beginning. You're not making any sense to me.' Marie took a shuddering breath, her eyes darting around the cafe as if she feared being overheard. 'Je parle de la lumière, de la beauté... de tout ce qui disparaît.' (Translation: 'I'm talking about the light, the beauty... all that disappears.')" Hunter's phone rang, interrupting the conversation. 'Excuse me,' he said, answering the call, 'Detective Hunter.' Marie watched as Hunter walked out of the cafe, still talking on the phone. She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. As Hunter went out the door, he turned back to Marie and said, "I'll try to get someone to translate, okay?" before hurrying off to answer his call. Marie just nodded, still looking troubled and shaken. |-|<|im_end|>