The aroma of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon mingled in the air, a comforting counterpoint to the crisp autumn chill that had settled over Alborn. Marie, her heart still aflutter from the morning's unsettling events, found solace in the familiar weight of her camera. She sat at a corner table in "The Daily Grind," the town's only cafe, meticulously cleaning the lens of her Canon. The image of the shadowy figure flitting through the apple orchard played on repeat behind her eyes. The chime of the bell above the door signaled a new arrival. Marie glanced up, her gaze catching on a tall, broad-shouldered man in a practical, dark jacket. He moved with an air of purpose, his eyes scanning the small room. He stopped at her table. Hunter’s voice was a low rumble, cutting through the gentle murmur of conversation. "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were out near the old Miller farm this morning?" Marie blinked, her brow furrowing. She didn't understand the words, but the stern tone and the glint of authority in his eyes were unmistakable. She clutched her camera a little tighter. "Monsieur?" she managed, her voice a little shaky. Hunter leaned in slightly, his expression unyielding. "The Miller farm. Did you see anything… unusual?" The question, though not fully comprehended, struck a nerve. The unsettling unease of the morning surged back. Marie’s eyes widened, and she gestured vaguely, her hands trembling. "Oh, c'était terrible, monsieur! Absolument terrible!" she exclaimed, her French tumbling out in a rush. Images flashed in her mind: the rustling leaves where nothing should be, the unnatural stillness, the faint whisper of a passing shadow. "J'ai vu… j'ai vu quelque chose traverser les arbres, juste là où le brouillard était le plus épais. Une ombre… elle était si rapide, et puis… plus rien. C'était comme si elle s'était évaporée. Et le silence après… ah, le silence était assourdissant!" She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Je n'ai jamais rien ressenti de tel. C'était… effrayant." Hunter stared at her, his jaw tightening. The cascade of French was utterly impenetrable to him. He could pick out a word here and there, but the meaning was lost in the rapid-fire delivery and unfamiliar cadence. He could sense her distress, the genuine fear in her eyes, but he had no idea what she was saying. "I… I don't understand French," he said, his voice flat. He tried a simpler approach. "Did you see a person? Or an animal?" He mimed walking with his fingers. "Moving through?" Marie looked at him, her confusion mirroring his. She understood "person" and "animal" from context and gesture, but his words were still a jumble. She shook her head, trying to convey the strangeness of what she’d witnessed. "Non, non, pas vraiment une personne," she repeated, feeling frustrated. "C'était… différent. Plus… glissant. Et cela a laissé une sensation de malaise, comme un froid qui n'était pas de la température." She held up her camera, tapping the lens. "J'essayais de prendre des photos du brouillard, de la lumière… et puis j'ai vu ça. Mon cœur battait la chamade." Hunter sighed, running a hand through his hair. This wasn't going anywhere. He needed information, not a linguistic puzzle. He could tell she was genuinely shaken, but he couldn't get a single coherent detail. "Look," he began, trying to keep his tone even, "I need to know if you saw *anyone* leaving that area. Big or small." He pointed towards the door, mimicking someone walking away. Just then, his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes flicking to the screen. A grim expression settled on his face. "This is… this is important," he said to Marie, his tone already shifting gears. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Something's come up." He gave her a final, searching look, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "If you remember anything else, or if you can find someone who speaks English, please let me know." He turned and left the cafe as quickly as he had entered, leaving Marie alone with her camera and the lingering echo of her unintelligible fear. *** **Voice Sheet:** **Marie:** "Monsieur?" **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were out near the old Miller farm this morning?" **Marie:** "Oh, c'était terrible, monsieur! Absolument terrible! J'ai vu… j'ai vu quelque chose traverser les arbres, juste là où le brouillard était le plus épais. Une ombre… elle était si rapide, et puis… plus rien. C'était comme si elle s'était évaporée. Et le silence après… ah, le silence était assourdissant! Je n'ai jamais rien ressenti de tel. C'était… effrayant." **Hunter:** "I… I don't understand French. The Miller farm. Did you see anything… unusual?" **Marie:** "Non, non, pas vraiment une personne. C'était… différent. Plus… glissant. Et cela a laissé une sensation de malaise, comme un froid qui n'était pas de la température. J'essayais de prendre des photos du brouillard, de la lumière… et puis j'ai vu ça. Mon cœur battait la chamade." **Hunter:** "Look, I need to know if you saw *anyone* leaving that area. Big or small. Moving through?" **Hunter:** "This is… this is important. I'm sorry, I have to go. Something's come up. If you remember anything else, or if you can find someone who speaks English, please let me know."