Here is the scene: Marie sat sipping her coffee and gazing out the window at the quaint Main Street of Alborn, her camera by her side. She was lost in thought, reflecting on the eerie atmosphere that had been pervading the town since the latest disappearance. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a deep, no-nonsense voice. "Excuse me, mademoiselle, do you speak English?" Hunter asked, peering down at Marie. Marie's eyes flickered down, and she hesitated. "C'est fini," she whispered, shaking her head. "Je suis seule." Hunter's brow furrowed in confusion. "What was that?" he asked, but Marie just shook her head again. The detective's expression turned sympathetic. "Okay, let me start again. Do you speak anything other than... French?" He asked, his eyes searching hers. Marie's voice grew shaking. "Chacun de nous,il a disparu. Une soirée dans la forêt...ils n'ont jamais été revus." (Everyone has disappeared. A night in the woods... they've never been seen again.) Hunter's face contorted in puzzlement. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Who have disappeared?" he asked, but Marie just grasped her camera tightly and looked down. Hunter, sensing he wasn't getting anywhere, checked his watch. "I have to go. Sorry to interrupt, but I have a call." He pulled out his phone and excused himself, leaving Marie alone with her thoughts. As he walked away, Marie called out after him, "C'est malIntersectiongnant."