Melanie: "Ich habe gehört von jeder neuen Vermisstenmeldung, aber ich kann nichts Konkretes sagen! Das ist mir unheimlich, und das Porträtieren vermeidet mich..." (I heard about every new missing person report, but I cannot say anything concrete! This is unsettling, and photography is avoiding me...) Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am, could you please tell me about these disappearances? I'm a detective, and I need to understand what's happening. But, uh, I must say I don't understand your language. Could you perhaps speak English?" Melanie: "Nicht verstehe ich... English, nehme ich. I am afraid these events frighten me, and I cannot help but focus on the photography, capturing these moments. I might have some pictures..." Hunter, realizing the language barrier and Melanie's distress: "Okay, Melanie... I'll try my best to understand. And if you have photographs taken in the time of these disappearances, they could be very helpful to my investigation. Please stay calm, and let's find a way to communicate." (Melanie nods slowly, the tremor in her voice fading as she gathers her thoughts and begins to explain in broken English, pointing to her camera photos of the town square and other key locations. Hunter shows his gratitude and as he listens, nods, taking mental notes to seek help or translation services later.) Hunter, after a brief phone call whispered to himself: "Got it. Melanie with the camera. Check the timestamps. Maybe the pictures' timestamp can align with my investigation. Can't risk missing a piece of evidence. I'll be back when I can dive deeper into this case next time." (As Hunter leaves, Melanie watches him go, a silent but understandable mix of relief and sadness as she returns to her photographs, contemplating on how much more she has to learn about the people around her and the language she longs to speak.)