Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9XES70D8NWZP1APK37T30

Maria: "Miedo... tanto miedo..." (Fear... so much fear...) Hunter: "Excuse me, miss—you okay? You look upset. Did something happen around here lately?" (leans forward, brow furrowed; notices she doesn't react) Wait, do you... uh, speak English? [Confused, glances to the side] Maria: "¿Qué... hablan usted de?" (What... are you talking about?) [Fumbles with her camera strap, looks around nervously, then back at him with wide eyes] "Últimos días... muchísima gente... desaparecidos. Nadie los ve. Nadie los busca." (These past few days... so many people... disappeared. No one sees them. No one looks for them.) [Voice cracks; hands tremble slightly] Hunter: "Disappear...? Wait, what people? Who's disappeared? [Paces a step, frustrated; notes her distressed tone] I don't mean to worry you, but I'm a detective—looking into some missing persons. Did you see or hear something?" (Checks her face, tries again slowly) "Missing... persons. Understand?" [Shrugs, confused] Maria: "Sí... sí, entiendo. Pero no los vi, pero... [Tears well up] Vi a un chico. Último sábado. Lloraba. Había un coche negro. Lo vi salir del café." (Yes... yes, I understand. But I didn't see them, but... [Tears well] I saw a boy. Last Saturday. He was crying. There was a black car. I saw him leave the café.) [Points vaguely in the direction of the town square] Hunter: "Black car...? Okay, that's helpful. Anything else? How old was he? What did he look like?" (Leans in, earnest now; still confused by her Spanish, but picks up "crying," "black car") Maria: "Pequeño. Diez años? ¿Quizás? No sé. Miedo... el coche. Todo el mundo. Todos desaparecen." (Little. Ten years old? Maybe? I don't know. Fear... the car. Everyone. Everyone disappears.) [Voice breaks; covers her mouth with one hand] Hunter: "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe. [Pauses, pulls out a notepad, scribbles "black car, boy crying, café"] I'll find out. Just... [Phone rings; checks ID, sighs] Dammit. Detector Lopez. They found another one. [Looks at her apologetically] Excuse me, I have to take this. Stay here—please? I'll be back to ask more. [Rushes toward the door, half-yelling] Lopez, hold on, I'm on my way—" --- **Notes**: Maria's Spanish is fragmented, distressed, and uses simple, emotional terms ("miedo," "desaparecidos," "lloraba") to convey panic. Hunter, unable to speak Spanish, communicates with gestures, repetition, and English, showing confusion until she mentions a "black car" and a "boy crying"—details he connects to his investigation. The phone call introduces rising stakes, mirroring the town's tension.