Marie: "Et voilà, Detective... I must confess, the tranquility of Alborn masks a puzzling enigma. Hier soir, une étrange vision m'a traversée pendant la prochaine... j'ai peur de ne pas comprendre. Soupirons." Hunter: "You don't understand what you saw last night? That's not good, Marie. What is it, exactly? And you're speaking so quickly! This isn't the time for metaphors. In English, please." Marie: "The night... It was silent, eerily so, and there—Did I mention it? A woman who didn't belong to here, she was. The village waits in silence, for what? Revenge?" Hunter: "Hang on, a non-local woman? That is interesting... As you're describing a woman, did you notice anything about her? Anything at all you think would help?" Marie: "Answers, Detective? Elle portait..." (What was she wearing?) Hunter just receives his call, looking both relieved and worried. Hunter: (half to himself) "Could she mean the woman who vanished in the second week of the month? He says his name slowly as he turns away, already walking near his patrol car. 'Marie, I need to follow up on this lead. Assistant, send an officer to meet me outside the cafe. There's more to this than meets the eye, and we've got a French girl who might just hold the clue we need.'"