[INT. CAFE - DAY] Marie sits at a small table by the window, the afternoon light casting gentle shadows. She fiddles with her camera, reviewing images of the local apple orchards. Suddenly, Hunter approaches her table with a determined gait. Hunter: "Excuse me, are you the one who's been taking those pictures around town?" Marie looks up, surprised. She quickly realizes he’s addressing her, and her heart races slightly. She nods, clutching her camera, speaking in rapid French. Marie: "Oui, j'ai pris quelques photos... mais je ne sais pas... Le festival, c'était si étrange. Il y avait quelque chose de... bizarre." Hunter: (puzzled) "Uh, I don't understand. Do you speak English?" Marie's brow furrows slightly as she shakes her head, hoping her gestures convey more than her words. Marie: "Non. Désolé, pas anglais." Hunter: (pausing, trying to communicate) "Festival... strange? You saw something? Picture?" Marie hesitates, glancing at her camera. She points at it, then looks toward Hunter, attempting to share her unease through her eyes. Marie: "Oui, photo... étrange. Je ne sais pas... inquiétant." Hunter scratches his head, clearly struggling to understand but sensing the worry in her tone. Hunter: "Okay, uh, 'photo' and 'strange'? Maybe... I can see?" Marie eagerly turns the camera's screen toward him, showing a picture of an unusually dark shadow amidst the vibrant festival scenes. Her voice lowers as she explains with urgent concern. Marie: "C'est différent... quelque chose ne va pas... un homme, il était là, puis parti." Hunter stares at the image, his detective instincts piqued despite the language barrier. He looks back at Marie, trying to decipher as much as he can. Hunter: "Alright, thanks. I'll try to figure this out. Someone could translate later, maybe?" Just then, Hunter's phone rings loudly. He glances at it, then back at Marie with an apologetic nod. Hunter: "I have to go. Important call. Merci, is that right?" Marie nods, catching the one word she understands. Marie: "Oui, merci." Hunter gives a brief smile, one full of understanding and appreciation before briskly leaving the cafe, leaving Marie to ponder the shadowy mystery lurking in Alborn.