The scent of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon hung heavy in the air of "The Daily Grind," Alborn's primary purveyor of caffeine and gossip. Maria, perched at a corner table, lost herself in the digital display of her camera, a world away from her current predicament. Sunlight streamed through the cafe window, catching the dust motes dancing in its path, and illuminating the worn leather of her camera strap. She sighed, scrolling through shots of Alborn’s quaint main street, the towering oaks, anything that could distract her from the gnawing unease in her gut. A shadow fell over her table. Maria looked up, her heart giving a little jump. A tall man in a sturdy, unbuttoned jacket stood there, his expression serious. He had kind eyes, she thought, but an air of authority that made her instantly wary. "Excuse me," he said, his voice a low rumble. Maria blinked. His words were a jumble of sounds, utterly incomprehensible. She offered a small, apologetic smile and held up her hands slightly, miming a gesture of not understanding. The man’s brow furrowed. He tried again, his tone patient but firm. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... strange goings-on in town. I understand you were near the old mill yesterday evening? Did you see anything out of the ordinary?" Maria’s gaze flickered back to her camera, then to the window, her mind replaying the unsettling sounds, the fleeting glimpse of movement she’d dismissed as fatigue. The unease intensified. She opened her mouth, the words tumbling out in a rush of Spanish, her voice trembling slightly. "No vi… no vi nada de lo que usted dice. Solo estaba… estaba fotografiando los árboles al atardecer. Luego escuché… un ruido extraño. Algo así como un grito ahogado, pero muy lejano. Y luego… nada. Solo el viento en las ramas. Fue… fue muy perturbador." She gestured vaguely, her hands fluttering like trapped birds. "Creo que me asuste un poco. Mi instinto me dijo que me fuera." Hunter stood completely still, his expression shifting from mild confusion to what looked like utter bewilderment. He tilted her head, a faint frown etching itself deeper into his features. He clearly understood nothing. Maria’s shoulders slumped. She tried again, speaking slower, enunciating carefully, but the words remained a foreign language to him. She pointed to her camera, then to herself, then made a motion of filming the surroundings. "Fotografía… yo. Aquí. Pero… no… no vi nada de lo que sucedió." Hunter ran a hand across his jaw, a silent signal of his frustration. He dug into his jacket pocket and held up a small, laminated card. "My name is Hunter," he repeated slowly, pointing to himself. He then made a gesture of writing, as if to indicate he was here to record information. He pointed at her, then made a questioning gesture. Maria nodded vigorously, recognizing the gesture of questioning. "Sí, sí. Maria." She pointed to herself. But then, looking at his blank expression, she felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She pointed to her camera again, then mimed taking pictures of the trees. "Árboles… bonita. Pero… ruido. Oí un ruido." She made a low, guttural sound, then a quick, sharp intake of breath. "Como… como alguien… asustado." Hunter watched her intently, trying to glean any scrap of meaning from her gestures and distress. He saw fear in her eyes, that much was evident. But the specifics eluded him entirely. He asked, "A scream? You heard a scream?" He mimed a hand to his mouth, then a loud yell. Maria shook her head, her eyes widening. "No, no. Más bajo. Un… un susurro fuerte. Y luego… silencio." She pressed her palms together, her face etched with worry. "Temo que… temo que alguien está en problemas." Just as Hunter was about to attempt another approach, perhaps drawing something, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, a grimace passing over his face as he saw the caller ID. "I'm sorry," he said, his gaze momentarily distant. "I have to take this. Duty calls." He gave Maria a final, searching look, a mixture of frustration and concern. "If you remember anything you can tell me, anything at all, please…" He gestured vaguely, then turned and strode out of the cafe, leaving Maria alone once more with her troubled thoughts and the silent click of her camera. --- **Voice Sheet:** **Maria:** "No vi… no vi nada de lo que usted dice. Solo estaba… estaba fotografiando los árboles al atardecer. Luego escuché… un ruido extraño. Algo así como un grito ahogado, pero muy lejano. Y luego… nada. Solo el viento en las ramas. Fue… fue muy perturbador. Creo que me asuste un poco. Mi instinto me dijo que me fuera." **Hunter:** "Excuse me." **Hunter:** "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... strange goings-on in town. I understand you were near the old mill yesterday evening? Did you see anything out of the ordinary?" **Maria:** "Fotografía… yo. Aquí. Pero… no… no vi nada de lo que sucedió." **Hunter:** "My name is Hunter." **Maria:** "Sí, sí. Maria. Árboles… bonita. Pero… ruido. Oí un ruido. Como… como alguien… asustado." **Hunter:** "A scream? You heard a scream?" **Maria:** "No, no. Más bajo. Un… un susurro fuerte. Y luego… silencio. Temo que… temo que alguien está en problemas." **Hunter:** "I'm sorry. I have to take this. Duty calls. If you remember anything you can tell me, anything at all, please…"