Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94KRN1RM1R30NN2S8NZFDF

Marie: (Quietly to herself, admiring a photo on her camera screen) "Ah, la lumière était parfaite ce jour-là." Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am? Mind if I bother you for a moment?" Marie: (Startled, looks up from her camera, then quickly back to it, clutching it slightly) "Pardon?" Hunter: "Are you Marie Dubois? We're asking around about the recent events. The, uh, the incident out by Miller's Creek on Tuesday afternoon." Marie: (Her eyes widen with distress, her hand trembles slightly on her camera. Her voice hushed and rapid, genuinely shaken) "Oh, mon Dieu. Le ruisseau... Mardi. Oui. C'était... c'était terrible. J'y étais. Pour mes photos. Le silence. C'est le silence qui m'a glacée... et cette sensation... d'être observée. J'ai vu... une ombre. Lointaine. C'est horrible." (Oh, my God. The creek... Tuesday. Yes. It was... it was terrible. I was there. For my photos. The silence. It's the silence that froze me... and that feeling... of being watched. I saw... a shadow. Distant. It's horrible.) Hunter: (Frowns deeply, completely lost, but senses her distress. He tries to speak slowly, clearly) "Miller's Creek. Tuesday. Did you *see* anything? Anything unusual? Anything at all that might help us?" Marie: (Shakes her head, her brow furrowed with concern, gesturing vaguely with one hand towards the cafe window as if pointing to the general direction of the creek) "Non, pas vraiment *voir*. Pas clairement. Mais ressentir. Le malaise. La peur. L'endroit était... vide. Trop vide. Et puis, cette forme sombre, juste un instant, entre les arbres, loin." (No, not really *see*. Not clearly. But feel. The unease. The fear. The place was... empty. Too empty. And then, that dark shape, just for a moment, between the trees, far away.) Hunter: (Sighs audibly, running a hand over his short hair, visibly frustrated. He switches tactics, pulling out a small notepad) "Madame... English? Parlez-vous Anglais? Do you speak English? This is important." Marie: (Looks down, deflated, shaking her head sadly) "Non. Je suis désolée, Monsieur. Je ne parle pas anglais. Seulement le français." (No. I am sorry, sir. I do not speak English. Only French.) Hunter: (Points emphatically at her camera, trying to simplify) "Photos. Did you take photos? Photos of the creek? Around Tuesday?" Marie: (Her eyes light up slightly with understanding as she points to her camera) "Ah! Photos! Oui! Le ruisseau. Les arbres. La beauté... et puis, cette étrangeté..." (Ah! Photos! Yes! The creek. The trees. The beauty... and then, this strangeness...) Marie: (She quickly scrolls through her camera, finds a picture of the creek on Tuesday, points to a specific area in the distance) "Ici. Près des grands chênes. C'était là que j'ai ressenti ça. Le changement dans l'air. Et l'ombre. Elle n'était pas claire, mais... je sais qu'elle était là." (Here. Near the big oaks. That's where I felt it. The change in the air. And the shadow. It wasn't clear, but... I know it was there.) Hunter: (Leans in, trying to make sense of the photo, then looks back at Marie, a hopeful glint in his eye, but still confused by her words) "Oaks? You saw something near the oaks? Can you describe it? Anything?" Marie: (Shakes her head, her expression troubled again, trying to find the words even in French to convey the fleeting nature of what she saw) "Non. C'était... fugace. Juste une forme. Sombre. Trop rapide. Mais l'impression... elle est restée." (No. It was... fleeting. Just a shape. Dark. Too quick. But the impression... it remained.) Hunter: (Just as he's about to try another question, his phone rings loudly. He checks the caller ID, his expression instantly serious, turning away slightly) "Detective Hunter." (He listens for a moment, his gaze fixed somewhere past Marie, his jaw tightening) "What? When? I'll be right there." Hunter: (Looks back at Marie, a clear apology in his eyes, but his voice is clipped, urgent) "Look, I’m sorry, ma'am. This is... something else just came up. I have to go." (He gestures vaguely towards the door, already pulling his phone back to his ear as he heads out) "Alborn Dispatch, confirm location, I'm en route."