**Scene:** The sun was shining brightly through the window of the quaint little café in Alborn, MN. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the warm apple pie that was the special of the day. Maria sat at a corner table, her camera resting on the table, its lens capturing the scene outside. Hunter, a tall, broad-shouldered man with short, dark hair, was walking towards the café. He wore a worn-out leather jacket and dark jeans, a stark contrast to the pastel colors of the small-town patrons. His face was stern, his eyes scanning the crowd. Maria felt a slight chill run down her spine as she saw him approach. She had seen him around town, always seen as a bit of an outsider, but now she knew why. He was the detective in charge of investigating the mysterious disappearances that had been occurring in Alborn. Hunter stopped by her table. He looked at her, his expression unchanging. "Maria, I believe?" he said in a low voice. Maria nodded, her eyes wide with recognition. "Sí, soy yo," she replied, her hands tightening around her camera. Hunter's expression didn't change. "I'm Detective Hunter," he said, extending a hand. Maria looked at it, then back at him, her mind racing. She didn't speak English. "Dime, ¿por qué estás tan preocupada?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Hunter's brows furrowed. "What? I... I don't understand," he said, his hand falling to his side. "You speak... English?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly. Maria looked at him, her eyes pleading. "No, I speak Spanish," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I come from Spain. I'm here on a study abroad program." Hunter nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Of course," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Maria took a deep breath, her hands relaxing on her camera. "I saw something strange yesterday," she said, her voice steady now. "I was taking photos in the park, and I saw a man talking to someone. He was... he was not alone." Hunter leaned in, his eyes intense. "What did he look like?" he asked. Maria looked at him, her eyes filled with fear. "He was... he was tall, with dark hair and a beard," she said. "And he was wearing a jacket. Like yours." Hunter's expression darkened. "That's not a description of the man we're looking for," he said. "But it's close. Did you see where they were going?" Maria shook her head. "No, I did not," she said. "I was afraid. I didn't want to get near them." Hunter nodded, his expression serious. "It's okay," he said. "You did the right thing. You're not a detective, you don't have to worry about that." Maria looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she said. Hunter looked at his watch, his expression changing. "I have to go," he said, standing up. "But I'll find you later, Maria. I'll talk to you again." Maria nodded, her eyes following him as he walked away. She watched as he pulled out his phone, his face serious as he answered it. She hoped that she had been able to help. She hoped that he would find the man who had disappeared, the man who had been talking to someone in the park. She looked at her camera, her hands tightening around it. She had to keep taking photos, she had to keep documenting everything. Something was happening in Alborn, something she didn't understand, but she had to keep trying to figure it out. She had to keep trying to help.