(Scene: A small, quaint café in the heart of Alborn, MN. Marie is sitting at an outdoor table, fiddling with her camera, her brow furrowed with concern. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the town. Enter Hunter, his detective's badge clipped to his belt, walking towards Marie.) Hunter: (approaches the table) "Excuse me, miss. Do you have a moment to talk about the recent events in town?" Marie: (looks up, her face pale and troubled) "Je ne comprends pas... Je ne parle pas anglais." Hunter: (sighs, rubbing his temple) "Of course... Alright. Let's try this. Have you seen anything unusual lately? Uh... weird stuff?" Marie: (shaking her head, clearly distressed) "Des événements étranges... disparition... Je ne sais pas quoi faire!" (Her hands are trembling as she continues to fidget with her camera.) Hunter: (raising an eyebrow, definitely confused) "Disparition? Disappearing? Am I getting that right?" Marie: (nodding vigorously) "Oui, oui! Des personnes disparaissent! C'est terrifiant! Je suis... je suis effrayée." Hunter: (more puzzled than before) "Okay, okay. Look, I don’t understand French, but I can see you’re scared. Can you—?" (Pauses, then grabs his notebook, hoping drawing might help.) Marie: (takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then gestures to her camera) "Regardez..." (Shows a series of photographs on her camera, pointing out areas where something seems amiss.) Hunter: (studying the photos, still slightly lost but trying to understand) "What am I looking at here? Places where people vanished?" Marie: (nodding) "Oui... là..." (points to specific spots in the photos) Hunter: (scratches his head) "I wish I could understand you better... but I think I get the gist." (Before they can continue, Hunter's phone rings. He glances at the screen, frowns, and then answers.) Hunter: "Yeah, Hunter here... What? Another one? Alright, I'll be there in five." (turns back to Marie) "Sorry, I've got to go. Stay safe, okay? If you see anything else... uh, find someone who can help translate." Marie: (nodding, looking saddened but understanding) "D'accord... Merci." Hunter: "Thanks for your time. I'll be in touch." (With that, Hunter hurries off, leaving Marie at the café, still shaken but now with a glimmer of hope that someone is taking her worries seriously.) (Scene fades out as Marie watches Hunter stride away, his figure silhouetted against the dimming sky.)