Here is the scene: Marie sat at the small café in Alborn, sipping a latte and scrolling through the photos on her camera. She was lost in thought, her brow furrowed in concern. Suddenly, a tall, rugged-looking man with a stern expression approached her. "Excuse me, miss," he said, his deep voice firm but polite. "I'm Detective Hunter. I've been investigating some strange occurrences in this town. I understand you're new around here. Have you noticed anything unusual?" Marie's eyes widened as she looked up at him, her camera still clutched in her hand. "Oh, mon dieu...," she said, her voice trembling. "Les disparitions... c'est affreux. J'ai vu quelque chose de très étrange hier soir." Hunter's expression remained stern, but a hint of confusion crept into his eyes. "I'm sorry, miss. I don't speak French. Can you please translate?" Marie's eyes dropped, and she took a deep breath. "Les... les gens qui disparaissent... il y en avait un hier soir, près de la rivière. J'ai pris une photo, mais je ne sais pas si cela signifie quelque chose." Hunter's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying. "A photo? Can I see it?" Marie hesitated, then handed over her camera. Hunter's eyes scanned the screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. Just as he was about to ask another question, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered, his expression grave. "I have to go. Excuse me, miss." Marie nodded, looking troubled. "Au revoir, monsieur." As Hunter walked away, Marie couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just stumbled into something much bigger than she had anticipated. --- Here is the dialogue as a voice sheet: Marie: "Oh, mon dieu... Les disparitions... c'est affreux. J'ai vu quelque chose de très étrange hier soir." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss. I don't speak French. Can I see it?" Marie: "Les... les gens qui disparaissent... il y en avait un hier soir, près de la rivière. J'ai pris une photo, mais je ne sais pas si cela signifie quelque chose." Hunter: "A photo?" Marie: "Au revoir, monsieur."