Maria sat at a small, slightly wobbly table outside "The Daily Grind," Alborn's only cafe. The afternoon sun, still warm despite the approaching autumn chill, glinted off the polished chrome of her camera. She was lost in the images on her screen, the emerald hues of the surrounding woods, the stark silhouette of a forgotten barn against a bruised-purple sky. Her fingers traced the edges of a particularly striking shot of the town square, a little too quiet in her opinion. A shadow fell over her. Maria glanced up, her brow furrowing slightly. A man, tall and broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet authority, stood before her. He wore a tweed jacket that looked a little too formal for her usual surroundings, and his eyes, a steely blue, seemed to miss nothing. He cleared his throat. Hunter’s voice was rough, like gravel shifting. "Excuse me." Maria blinked, her heart giving a little flutter. She didn't recognize him from her photography expeditions around Alborn. She offered a hesitant smile and a small nod. Hunter leaned in slightly, his gaze earnest. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... unusual circumstances in town. The other night, around midnight, there was a disturbance down by the old mill. Did you happen to see or hear anything?" Maria’s smile faltered. Her eyes widened, and a tremor ran through her. The vibrant images on her camera screen seemed to dim. Her hands clutched the edges of the table. She opened her mouth, and a torrent of Spanish spilled out, laced with a distress that was palpable even if the words were a mystery. Her voice was high and reedy, a stark contrast to the calm composure she usually projected. "¡Ay, Dios mío! Fue horrible. Escuché gritos… como aves de presa. Y luego, un silencio… un silencio tan profundo que dolía. Las luces parpadeaban en el bosque, pequeñas luces rojas que se movían rápido. Pensé que era la ansiedad, pero… pero vi algo. Una figura, alta y delgada, se movía entre los árboles. No era humano. Y el olor… un olor a metal y a… a oscuridad." She gestured wildly with her hands, her eyes wide and unfocused, as if still seeing the terror. "Nunca he sentido tanto miedo. Mi cámara… la llevé conmigo por instinto, pero no pude… no pude enfocar nada. Todo estaba borroso, como un mal sueño." Hunter stared, his expression a perfect blank canvas of confusion. He could hear the distress in her voice, the raw fear, but the language was an impenetrable wall. He’d spent years in the service, dealt with countless difficult situations, but this? This was a new kind of challenge. He shook his head slowly, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "I… I'm sorry," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I don't understand Spanish. Can you… can you speak English?" Maria blinked at him, her distress momentarily overtaken by fresh confusion. She tried again, gesturing towards the direction of the old mill, her hands forming shapes in the air. "Mill… allí. Noche. Gritos. Yo… yo vi…" She trailed off, her gaze falling back to her camera, a desperate plea in her eyes as if it held some hidden key. Hunter ran a hand over his face. This was proving more difficult than anticipated. He’d hoped for a witness, a clear account, not this beautiful, articulate woman who spoke a language he couldn't comprehend. "Look," he said, trying to project calm, "Let me try this. Did you see… *una persona*… *en la oscuridad*?" He pointed to himself, then made a walking motion with his fingers. Maria looked at him, her large brown eyes searching his face. She understood the pointing, the gesturing. She nodded vigorously. "Sí, sí! Una figura," she corrected, her voice still shaky. "Pero… diferente. Alta. Como… como un espectro. Y las luces… vio las luces?" She mimicked small, flashing lights with her fingers. Hunter saw her repeated insistence on "lights" and could only shake his head again. "Lights? Like... car headlights? A flashlight?" He made a sweeping motion with his hand. Maria shook her head, her frustration mounting. "No, no. Pequeñas. Rojas. Móviles. Muy rápido. Y el… el frío. Un frío antinatural." She shivered, pulling her cardigan tighter, even though the sun was still warm. She pointed to her camera. "Mi cámara… no capturó… todo lo que vi." Hunter was about to try another angle, perhaps sketching something, when his phone rang, a sharp, jarring sound in the quiet afternoon. He pulled it out, his expression immediately shifting to professional focus. "Hunter," he answered, his voice clipped. He listened intently, his brow furrowed, his gaze flicking back to Maria for a brief moment, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "Yes, sir. I understand. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone, his posture straightening. "I'm sorry," he said to Maria, his voice apologetic but firm. "Something's come up. I have to go." He looked at her, at her troubled face and her camera, a silent question lingering in the air. "If you remember anything else, or if you can… if you can tell me anything in English, please find me at the station. Or my number's on the card I left at your inn yesterday." He offered a brief, tight nod. "Stay safe." And with that, Detective Hunter turned and strode away, leaving Maria alone again at her wobbly table, the unsettling images of the previous night still vivid in her mind, and the vast chasm of language between her and the man who was supposed to help. *** **Voice Sheet** **Maria:** "¡Ay, Dios mío! Fue horrible. Escuché gritos… como aves de presa. Y luego, un silencio… un silencio tan profundo que dolía. Las luces parpadeaban en el bosque, pequeñas luces rojas que se movían rápido. Pensé que era la ansiedad, pero… pero vi algo. Una figura, alta y delgada, se movía entre los árboles. No era humano. Y el olor… un olor a metal y a… a oscuridad. Nunca he sentido tanto miedo. Mi cámara… la llevé conmigo por instinto, pero no pude… no pude enfocar nada. Todo estaba borroso, como un mal sueño." "Mill… allí. Noche. Gritos. Yo… yo vi…" "Sí, sí! Una figura. Pero… diferente. Alta. Como… como un espectro. Y las luces… vio las luces?" "No, no. Pequeñas. Rojas. Móviles. Muy rápido. Y el… el frío. Un frío antinatural. Mi cámara… no capturó… todo lo que vi." **Hunter:** "Excuse me." "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... unusual circumstances in town. The other night, around midnight, there was a disturbance down by the old mill. Did you happen to see or hear anything?" "I… I'm sorry. I don't understand Spanish. Can you… can you speak English?" "Look. Let me try this. Did you see… *una persona*… *en la oscuridad*?" "Lights? Like... car headlights? A flashlight?" "I'm sorry. Something's come up. I have to go." "If you remember anything else, or if you can… if you can tell me anything in English, please find me at the station. Or my number's on the card I left at your inn yesterday. Stay safe."