Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5CCWDD981RS5QM594ZCST

Marie: "..." _She sits at a small café table in Alborn, her camera resting in her hands. Her fingers trace the edges of the lens, her expression distant. The soft chatter of locals fills the air, but Marie seems lost in thought._ Hunter: "Excuse me, miss?" _His voice is firm but polite. He steps up to her table, his detective badge clipped to his belt. He notices the camera but keeps his focus on her._ Hunter: "I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into the recent incident in town. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Marie: "Je... je ne comprends pas. Je ne parle pas anglais." _She looks up at him, her eyes wide and troubled. Her voice trembles slightly, and she clutches her camera tightly._ Hunter: "Uh... okay. Do you speak English?" _He frowns, clearly frustrated. He gestures vaguely, trying to communicate._ Marie: "Non, je parle français. Je suis désolée." _She shakes her head, her expression apologetic but still shaken._ Hunter: "This isn’t going to work. Hold on..." _He pulls out his phone, scrolling through it quickly. He opens a translation app and types something in._ Hunter’s phone (robotic voice): "Avez-vous vu quelque chose d'inhabituel hier soir?" _Hunter looks at Marie expectantly._ Marie: "Hier soir? Oui... j’étais près du parc. J’ai vu... une ombre. Quelque chose bougeait dans les arbres. Et puis... rien." _She speaks slowly, her voice trembling more now. She glances around as if someone might be listening._ Hunter: "What did she say?" _He mutters to himself, waiting for the translation. His phone buzzes._ Hunter’s phone (robotic voice): "Last night? Yes... I was near the park. I saw... a shadow. Something was moving in the trees. And then... nothing." Hunter: "A shadow? Can you tell me anything else? Did you take any photos?" _He points to her camera, trying to convey his question._ Marie: "Mon appareil photo? Oui, j’ai pris des photos, mais... elles sont floues. Je ne sais pas ce que c’était." _She holds up her camera, scrolling through the images. She shows him a blurry photo of the park at night, the trees barely visible._ Hunter’s phone (robotic voice): "My camera? Yes, I took photos, but... they’re blurry. I don’t know what it was." Hunter: "Let me see that." _He takes the camera, zooming in on the photo. His brow furrows as he studies the indistinct shapes._ Hunter: "This could be something... or nothing. Look, if you remember anything else, let me know. I’ll be around." _He hands her back the camera, nodding firmly._ _Marie nods hesitantly, still looking unsettled. Before Hunter can say more, his phone rings. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening._ Hunter: "I’ve got to take this. Stay safe, okay?" _He steps away from the table, answering the call in a low voice. Marie watches him leave, her fingers tightening around her camera once more._