Marie: "Désolée, je ne comprends pas..." Hunter: "Hmm? Can you tell me about the event you mentioned?" Marie: "Oui, il y a eu un événement il y a quelques jours stéré notices her through the window of the cafe. Hunter walks into the cafe. Hunter: "Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle. Vous êtes de passager de la ville?" Marie: "Oui, je suis étudiante d'un autre pays." Hunter: "Oh, you're a student here?" Marie: "Oui, et j'aime photographer de paysages. C'est un faible pas malheureusement. Rien d'arrive ne va bien." Hunter: "Right, okay, uh, can you write what happened next in their conversation, with the following constraints: - The dialogue has to take place virtually. Marie keeps things vague and won't directly answer his local cafe. A spark of curiosity lights up his eyes as he spots Marie, a person he hadn't interacted with before. He recognizes the newspaper she holds, a local paper announcing the unfortunate incidents that have plagued their peaceful town. Hunter: Howdy, can I help you with anything? Marie: "Excusez-moi, cher, je ne comprends pas. J'étudiante ici, je suis new." Hunter, tilting his head slightly, offers an understanding smile, "You're a student here, huh? English not your thing, I gather." The rain outside the cafe feels symbolic to the melancholy that has been creeping into the lives of the townsfolk. The annual apple festival - once a symbol of joy and togetherness, now stands silent. Marie," her voice barely above a whisper, "Oui. A celebration of life, nature, un grand spectacle d'été... aujourd'hui, c'est juste une tache pleurée dans un ciel gris." Hunter, by the expression on her face, deduces that she carries a heavy heart and nods, acting as a mere spectator rather than prying further, "Sounds beautiful, Marie. Hey, it was real kind of you to engage. Sorry, I gotta run, duty calls." The detective's phone rings, shrouding the conversation in silence even before he has to step out. As he exposes his badge, and Marie hesitates for a moment, before mumbling something about a loss and a change. She nods solemnly as he hastily excuses himself. The cryptic exchange ends as quickly as it began, leaving an unresolved echo behind - a déjà vu of the mysterious incidents that have been clouding over Alborn lately. His gazes at her, before going back to his world of mysteries shrouded in the gloom of Alborn's usual cheerfulness. An end note about how he needs to focus on this case he's wrapped up in. Suddenly, the smooth baritone of Hunter's dispatch blaring breaks the tense silence. His job revolves around this stranger's world, filled with intrigue in the domestic tranquillity of Alborn. Hunter leaves with a quick 'cheerio' and disappears from Marie's sight, and she smiles - a mix of gratitude and sadness blending together. Mystery binds them together and yet, they are two different stories that just wouldn't fit together in the pages of this small town's book.