Melanie is sitting at a corner table in the quaint café, her attention focused on the digital screen of her camera. She's scrolling through photos of the town's picturesque landscapes, lost in thought. Hunter enters the café, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Melanie. He walks over, his detective instincts telling him she might have seen something useful. Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you might have witnessed something unusual recently? Anything you could share would be helpful." Melanie looks up, startled. She opens her mouth to speak but then realizes Hunter won't understand her. Her expression turns troubled, and she switches to gesturing, trying to convey her concern. Melanie: "Es war furchtbar... Entschuldigung, ich spreche kein Englisch." (It was terrible... I'm sorry, I don't speak English.) Hunter looks confused for a moment, then pulls out a notepad, writing down a few phrases he thinks might help, based on his limited knowledge of foreign languages from his time as a marine. Hunter: "Polizei? Hilfe? Unfall?" (Police? Help? Accident?) Melanie nods at the word "Hilfe," her eyes wide and filled with worry. She tries to explain, speaking slowly and using simple words, hoping Hunter might pick up something. Melanie: "Ja, Hilfe. Mann... verschwunden. Hier in Alborn. Vielelicht Foto...?" (Yes, help. Man... disappeared. Here in Alborn. Maybe photo...?) Hunter's interest is piqued. He gestures for her to show him the photos on her camera. Melanie nods and starts flipping through the images, showing Hunter a picture of a man who looks troubled, taken just days before his disappearance. Hunter studies the image, his brow furrowed in concentration. He takes out his phone to compare the man in the photo with a picture of one of the missing persons from his case file. Just as Melanie is about to show him another photo, Hunter's phone rings. He answers, his expression turning serious as he listens to the caller. Hunter: "I have to go. This is important. Can we meet later? Same place?" Melanie nods, understanding the urgency. She points to her camera and then to Hunter, indicating she'll have more information for him. Melanie: "Ja, spater. Ich helfe dir." (Yes, later. I help you.) Hunter gives her a nod of gratitude and rushes out of the café, leaving Melanie to her thoughts and the haunting images on her camera screen. Melanie: "Viel Glück, Detective." (Good luck, Detective.) She whispers to herself, hoping that her photographs can somehow assist in unraveling the mystery that has befallen the small town of Alborn.