INT. CAFE - DAY Marie is sitting at a small table in a cozy cafe, the soft hum of conversation and clattering dishes surrounding her. She is intently reviewing photos on her camera, her brow furrowed in concentration. Hunter enters the cafe, scanning the room. His sharp eyes land on Marie and he strides over to her table with purpose. HUNTER: (in English) Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. Can I ask you a few questions about a recent event here in town? Marie looks up, startled. She blinks, clearly not understanding his words. Her hands shake slightly as she adjusts her camera. MARIE: (in French) Désolée, je ne parle pas anglais. (Sorry, I don't speak English.) Hunter frowns, trying to decipher her response. HUNTER: (raising his hands in a placating gesture) Okay, calm down. (slowly, enunciating) Do. You. Know. About. The Event? Marie still appears confused and shaken, fumbling with her camera, her eyes watering. MARIE: (in French) J'ai vu des choses étranges près des bois. Je ne sais pas quoi penser. (I saw strange things near the woods. I don't know what to think.) HUNTER: (muttering to himself) This isn't getting us anywhere. HUNTER: (raising his voice slightly) Woods? Did you see something in the woods? Marie nods, her eyes wide with fear, speaking rapidly in French. MARIE: (in French) Oui, des lumières la nuit, et des silhouettes. C'était effrayant. (Yes, lights at night, and silhouettes. It was frightening.) Hunter runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. He pulls out his notepad, jotting down notes as he tries to make sense of her words. HUNTER: (sincerely) I need to find someone who can translate. But thank you for your help. Lights... silhouettes... I'll look into it. Just then, Hunter's phone rings. He answers it, his expression shifting from frustration to urgency. HUNTER: (into phone) Hunter here... What? Alright, I'm on my way. Hunter looks back at Marie, giving a curt nod. HUNTER: (in English) I have to go, but I'll be back. Marie watches him leave, still clutching her camera, clearly disturbed by whatever she had seen near the woods. MARIE: (softly, in French) J'espère que tout ira bien. (I hope everything will be alright.) The cafe resumes its usual atmosphere, but the air between Marie and the empty seat Hunter left behind is thick with unspoken worry and questions.