Here is the scene: Maria sat at a small table at the local café, sipping a coffee and staring at her camera. She had just finished taking a few shots of the fall foliage outside and was reviewing them on her camera's screen. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Just as she was about to delete a photo, a tall, imposing figure loomed over her table. Maria looked up to see a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, and a silver badge hung from his belt. "Excuse me," he said, his deep voice firm but polite. "I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. May I have a word with you?" Maria's eyes widened as she took in the detective's words. Her English was nonexistent, but she recognized the word "detective" from a TV show she had seen once. She nodded slowly, unsure of what to expect. Hunter sat down across from her, his eyes scanning her face. "You're new in town, right? I haven't seen you around before." Maria's eyes darted to her camera, hoping it might serve as a translator. "Sí... sí," she stammered, "estoy aquí por un programa de intercambio." Hunter's face scrunched in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish. Can you try that again in English?" Maria's eyes welled up with tears as she realized her mistake. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Lo siento, no hablo inglés," she said slowly. Hunter's eyes narrowed, but he kept his tone gentle. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out. Listen, I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town. There have been a few disappearances in the past week, and I was wondering if you've seen or heard anything unusual." Maria's eyes snapped up to Hunter's, her face paling. "Desaparecidos?" she breathed. "Sí, yo... yo vi algo. La noche pasada, cerca de..." Hunter's face was a mixture of concern and confusion. "Wait, what? What did you see?" Maria spoke quickly, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush. "Un hombre... un hombre grande... con un saco... y un niño dentro... La noche pasada,