The scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon sugar hung thick in the air of "The Daily Grind," Alborn's only cafe. Melanie, a splash of vibrant German efficiency amidst the comfortable Midwestern hum, sat by the window, her trusty camera resting on the table beside a half-eaten pastry. She was meticulously reviewing the shots from her morning excursion to the nearby woods, the crisp autumn light captured in each frame. A shadow fell across her table, and Melanie looked up, her brow furrowing slightly. Before her stood a man, his jaw set in a firm line, his eyes sharp and assessing. Detective Hunter. He had a reputation in Alborn, built on a quiet intensity that had many whispering about his past. He cleared his throat, the sound a low rumble that cut through the cafe's gentle chatter. "Excuse me," he began, his voice direct and devoid of preamble. "I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were out near the old mill yesterday afternoon." Melanie blinked, her English vocabulary stubbornly failing her. A flicker of unease crossed her face. She clutched her camera a little tighter. "Der alte Müller?" she repeated, testing the words, her German an instinctive response. Hunter's expression remained unreadable, though a hint of frustration began to shade his eyes. He shook his head, a slight, almost imperceptible movement. "No, no. The mill. The building. Where… where Mrs. Gable was last seen." He stumbled over the English, trying to convey the gravity of his question. Melanie's eyes widened, a wave of distress washing over her features. She finally understood the gravity of his words, not the specifics, but the palpable sorrow woven into their rhythm. Her voice, when she spoke, was laced with a deep, guttural tremor, the words tumbling out in a torrent of German, each syllable heavy with alarm. "Oh Gott! Ja! Ich war da. Es war schrecklich. Diese Geräusche… und das Licht war… falsch. Ich habe etwas gesehen. Es konnte nicht richtig sein." She gestured wildly with her hands, her camera momentarily forgotten. "Ein Schatten… groß und schnell. Und dann… Stille. Nur die Bäume. Nichts sonst." Hunter stared at her, his confusion evident. He caught the tone, the distress, the fragmented gestures, but the meaning remained locked behind a language barrier. He heard "Gott," "schrecklich," "Schatten," and "Stille," but they were just isolated sounds in a sea of incomprehensible utterance. He ran a hand over his short-cropped hair, a rare sign of his growing exasperation. "Look, I… I don't speak German," he admitted, the bluntness of his statement hanging in the air. "Is there anyone who can translate? Anyone at all?" Melanie continued to speak, her eyes pleading, her hands still making agitated movements as she desperately tried to convey the unsettling imagery that haunted her. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, not for herself, but for whatever terrible event had transpired and her inability to communicate it. She pointed to her camera, hoping for a bridge, a way to show him. Just as Hunter was about to try another approach, his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. His expression immediately shifted, the vague frustration replaced by a sharp focus. "I have to go," he stated, his voice pulling him away from the confusing exchange. He looked at Melanie, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "I'll be back. If you can… find someone who speaks English." With a curt nod, he turned on his heel and strode out of the cafe, leaving Melanie alone with her camera, her troubled thoughts, and the echoing silence of misunderstood words. *** **Voice Sheet:** **Melanie:** "Der alte Müller?" **Hunter:** "No, no. The mill. The building. Where… where Mrs. Gable was last seen." **Melanie:** "Oh Gott! Ja! Ich war da. Es war schrecklich. Diese Geräusche… und das Licht war… falsch. Ich habe etwas gesehen. Es konnte nicht richtig sein. Ein Schatten… groß und schnell. Und dann… Stille. Nur die Bäume. Nichts sonst." **Hunter:** "Look, I… I don't speak German. Is there anyone who can translate? Anyone at all?" **Hunter:** "I have to go."