Scene: Melanie sat at a small café in Alborn, her eyes fixed on her camera as she reviewed the day's photographs. She had captured the picturesque town square and the vibrant colors of the apple festival, but her mind was elsewhere. The disappearance of several locals had left a sense of unease in the air. Just as she was about to pack up her camera, a tall figure with a stern expression approached her table. It was Detective Hunter, his eyes scanning the café before settling on Melanie. "Excuse me," Hunter said, his deep voice commanding attention. "I'm Detective Hunter, and I'm investigating some recent incidents in the town. I couldn't help but notice you're a student here on a study abroad program. Have you noticed anything unusual?" Melanie's eyes widened, and she began to respond in German, her voice trembling. "Ich habe gestern Nacht seltsame Dinge gesehen. Ich habe Leute in dunkler Kleidung um die alte Mühle gesehen. Sie schienen sich seltsam zu verhalten." Hunter's expression changed from intent to confused, his brow furrowed in an effort to understand. He hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. "Ma'am, I...I don't understand what you're saying. Could you please speak in English?" Melanie realized her mistake and hesitated before trying to speak in broken phrases. "I saw... strange... thing... yesterday night." Hunter's face remained puzzled, but he pressed on, trying to extract more information from Melanie. "Can you tell me more about what you saw?" Melanie struggled to find the right words in her limited English vocabulary, recounting her experience in fragmented sentences. "I saw... people... near old mill. They wear... black. They look... around... like they hide... something." Hunter's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He pulled out his notebook and jotted down some notes. "I see. Thank you for sharing this with me. Can I get your contact information, just in case I need to ask more questions?" Melanie nodded, providing Hunter with her contact information. Just as it seemed like they were making progress, Hunter's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. "I'm sorry, I need to take this," Hunter said, his eyes scanning the café before he stepped outside to answer the call. As Melanie watched him leave, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had a feeling that she had stumbled into something much bigger than herself, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to face the consequences. Voice Sheet: Melanie: "Ich habe gestern Nacht seltsame Dinge gesehen. Ich habe Leute in dunkler Kleidung um die alte Mühle gesehen. Sie schienen sich seltsam zu verhalten." Hunter: "Ma'am, I...I don't understand what you're saying. Could you please speak in English?" Melanie: "I saw... strange... thing... yesterday night." Hunter: "Can you tell me more about what you saw?" Melanie: "I saw... people... near old mill. They wear... black. They look... around... like they hide... something." Hunter: "I see. Thank you for sharing this with me. Can I get your contact information, just in case I need to ask more questions?" Hunter: "I'm sorry, I need to take this."