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Maria: (Eyes wide, she clutches her camera against her chest, knuckles white.) "Oh, Dios mío. No puedo creerlo. Lo vi... lo vi todo." Hunter: (Leans in slightly, brow furrowed.) "Ma'am? I need to ask you a few questions. I'm Detective Hunter. Did you see what happened last night at the festival grounds?" Maria: (Her voice trembles. She speaks in rapid, hushed Spanish, gesturing vaguely toward the park beyond the cafe window.) "La luz... era extraña. Una luz verde, muy baja, saliendo del viejo granero. Después, ella... la mujer del puesto de sidra... simplemente desapareció. Se la llevó la sombra." Hunter: (Shakes his head, holding up a hand.) "Whoa, slow down. I don't—I don't speak Spanish. English. Can you speak English?" Maria: (Frustration and fear flash across her face. She tries again, slower, pointing emphatically at her eyes then at the park.) "Yo. Ver. Luz. Verde. Mujer. *¡Puf!* ¡Irrumpir!" (She makes an explosive gesture with her hands.) Hunter: (Sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.) "Okay, light. Green. Woman. Gone. You saw something at the old barn. That's what you're trying to tell me?" (He jots a note, looking impatient.) Maria: (Nods vigorously, tears forming.) "¡Sí! ¡Exactamente! Él... el hombre, no era humano. Tenía demasiados ojos." (She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself.) Hunter: (His pen stops moving. He stares at her.) "An... an inhuman man? With too many eyes? Ma'am, are you sure you didn't see a local in a costume? The festival had mascots." Maria: (Shakes her head violently.) "¡No, no! Era real. Real y terrible. Me siento tan... tan observada ahora." Hunter: (His radio crackles to life on his belt, cutting through the quiet cafe.) *Static... Hunter, we've got another one. Location is the old Miller Pond. Code 3.* (He lets out a sharp breath.) "Blast it." (He turns back to Maria, pulling a notepad from his pocket.) "I have to go. This is my card. Can you write down what you saw? Draw it, maybe?" Maria: (Takes the card with a trembling hand, still speaking in Spanish, her words a desperate stream.) "No sé escribir mucho en inglés. Pero la maldición está en el aire. Siento su peso. Tengan cuidado, Detective." Hunter: (Pockets his notepad, already moving toward the door.) "Right. The... air. Look, just wait here. I'll send someone who might understand you better. Do *not* leave this town." (He exits quickly, the cafe bell jingling behind him. Maria watches him go, then looks down at her camera and the business card in her hand, her whispered Spanish lost to the hum of the espresso machine.) Maria: "...Ay, Dios. Él no entiende. Nadie entiende." Hunter: "Damn it."