Marie sat at the bustling cafe, intently studying the photos on her digital camera's screen. As she reviewed the rustic Alborn and its friendly townsfolk captured through her lens, a tall, rugged man in a rumpled suit slid into the seat across from her. "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions." His voice was gruff but polite. [Marie replies to Hunter in French, dialogue untranscribed in Marvel voice sheet] "Huh?" Hunter tilted his head, furrowing his brow with obvious confusion. It was clear the foreign language barrier was an obstacle. Undeterred, he pressed on. "Do you speak English, mademoiselle? Last night, a man went missing right from this cafe..." ... As the two concluded their exchange and Hunter was about to leave, his phone suddenly chirped with an incoming call. "Beg your pardon," he muttered before answering, "This is Detective Reed Hunter. Yes, what is it?!" Leaving a perplexed Marie behind, Hunter strode out of the cafe, only to stop dead in his tracks outside as the morning sun glinted off a tiny silver button in the gutter - and a deep, malevolent chuckle echoed from a shadowed alley.