Here is the scene: Maria sat sipping her coffee at a small cafe in the town square, her eyes fixed on the lens of her camera lens. She had just returned from a walk along the lazy river that ran through Alborn, and was still trying to process the strange feeling she had. As she fiddled with the settings on her camera, a man approached her. "Excuse me," he said, his deep voice authoritative but friendly. "Are you the one with the...the camera?" Maria's eyes snapped up, and she looked at the man with a mixture of surprise and wariness. "Si," she replied, her Spanish accent thick and musical. "¿Quién eres?" The man's face fell into a expression of confusion. "I...I don't speak...Spanish," he admitted, and Maria's eyes widened. "Don't you know any...no hablo ingles...um...English?" she asked, trying to think of the right phrase. The man shook his head. "No. I'm Hunter. I'm a detective with the Alborn police department. Can you understand me?" Maria hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Un poco," she said finally, trying to think of a simple way to communicate. "I'm Maria. Study abroad student." Hunter's expression deepened, his eyes narrowing. "I'm looking into a series of disappearances. Have you heard anything?" Maria's eyes clouded over, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Necesito encontrar algo...miedo que algo malas está pasando...no sé si alguien sabe lo que está aconteciendo." Hunter's face darkened, and he reached for his phone. "I think I need to take this. Excuse me, Maria." As he stepped away, Maria watched him go, feeling frustrated and alone.