Here is the scene: Melanie sat at a small café on Main Street in Alborn, Minnesota, gazing at her camera with a mixture of fascination and concern. Her fingers subconsciously adjusted the lenses as she stared at the screen, where a frozen image of the town's apple orchard seemed to hold her attention. Hunter, a rugged-looking man with a stern expression, approached her table. "Excuse me, miss...?" he said, eyeing her camera. Melanie looked up, startled, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the stranger. Hunter pulled out a badge. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town. I couldn't help but notice you're new around here. Can you tell me where you were last night?" Melanie's expression turned troubled, and she responded in German, "Ich war auf dem Apfel-Fest, aber dann... dann habe ich etwas sehr Merkwürdiges gesehen." (I was at the apple festival, but then... I saw something very strange.) Hunter's face scrunched in confusion. "I'm sorry, miss... what was that?" Melanie tried again, still in German, "Ich denke, es war ein Mann, der plötzlich verschwand. Die Polizei sollte sich bemühen, ihn zu finden!" (I think it was a man who suddenly disappeared. The police should try to find him!) Hunter shook his head, clearly at a loss. "Ma'am, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you speak... uh... American?" Melanie's eyes dropped, and she fidgeted with her camera, looking shaken. Hunter's phone rang, and he hesitated, glancing at the screen before answering. "Detective Hunter... Ah, yeah. I'll be right there. Sorry, miss, I have to go." He hastily scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Melanie. "If you can... find someone to translate... That's my card. Call me, okay?" With that, he rushed out of the café, leaving Melanie staring after him, looking worried and unsure.