[Interior of a quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. Marie, a 30-year-old college student, is sitting at a small table, looking at her camera with a worried expression. Hunter, a 35-year-old detective, approaches her.] Hunter: Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter from the Alborn Police Department. I noticed you seem to be from out of town. Can you tell me what you know about the recent events in our town? Marie: (in French) Oh mon Dieu, je n'en sais rien, mais je suis inquiète. J'ai pris des photos dans les bois près du lac, et maintenant mes amis disparaissent. Hunter: [Confused] I'm sorry, I don't understand. You're speaking French? Marie: (in French) Oui, je suis française. Je fais des études à l'étranger. Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici? Whispers: Les gens disparaissent... [She looks around nervously] Hunter: [Skeptical] You're saying people are disappearing around here? Marie: (in French) Oui, c'est vrai! Personne ne semble savoir où ils sont allés. J'ai vu quelque chose de suspect juste après... [She looks at her camera] Hunter: [Raises an eyebrow] I see. We're investigating a series of unexplained disappearances around here, but we haven't found any solid leads yet. Can you tell me more about what you saw? Marie: (in French) Non, non... I should not speak of it. [She puts her hand over her mouth] Hunter: [Firmly] Look, ma'am, I need you to trust me. If you know something that can help us find these missing people, you need to tell me. [Hunter receives a call and checks his phone] Hunter: Excuse me one moment. [Answers phone] Detective Hunter. [Pauses] Alright, got it. I gotta go. [Ends the call] Marie: (in French) Merci... [voice shakes] Vous devez vous en préoccuper. [You must be careful.] Hunter: [Firmly] Don't worry, miss. I'll look into it. [Leaves the cafe] [Marie nods, still looking shaken as Hunter exits the cafe.] [END]