Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYVHSKZDNJT0JRJFQ6M123

**Scene:** Marie sat at a small outdoor table at the little café on Main Street, the afternoon sun warming the checkered tablecloth. Her camera rested in her lap as she slowly scrolled through the day’s photos, her brow furrowed. The images from the old orchard trail still unsettled her. Heavy footsteps approached. Hunter, in his usual dark jacket and serious expression, stopped beside her table. **Voice Sheet:** Marie: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn police. I understand you were out near the old mill yesterday. Mind if I ask you a few questions about what you might’ve seen?" Marie: "..." Hunter: "Ma’am?" Marie: "Je... je ne comprends pas. J’ai vu quelque chose de terrible près du vieux moulin... la femme... elle a disparu juste comme ça. J’ai tout photographié mais... mon Dieu, c’était horrible. J’ai peur que ça recommence." Hunter: "..." Marie: "S’il vous plaît, aidez-moi. Je ne sais pas à qui d’autre parler. Tout le monde ici pense que je suis folle." Hunter: "I... I don’t speak French. Do you speak any English at all? English? Just a little?" Marie: "Anglais ? Non... très peu. Seulement 'hello' et 'thank you'. Mais vous devez comprendre... il y avait du sang sur les feuilles. Pas beaucoup, mais assez. Et puis plus rien. Comme si elle n’avait jamais existé." Hunter: "Look, I can see you’re upset, but I’m not getting any of this. Blood? You saw blood? Is that what you’re saying?" Marie: "Sang... oui. Du sang. Et la femme avec le manteau rouge. Elle n’est plus là maintenant. Comme les autres." Hunter: "I’m sorry, I’m completely lost here. This is... this is not helpful." Marie: "Vous ne comprenez rien, n’est-ce pas ?" Hunter: "I’m going to need to find someone who can translate. Just... stay in town, alright? Don’t go back to that trail alone." *The two sat in awkward silence for several long minutes. Marie kept nervously turning her camera over in her hands while Hunter rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated. Just as he opened his mouth to try one more time, his phone began to ring.* Hunter: "This is Hunter... Yeah. Yeah, I’m on my way." *He stood up quickly, giving Marie one last helpless look.* Hunter: "I’ve got to go. We’ll... figure this out later." *Hunter hurried off toward his truck, leaving Marie alone at the table once again, staring down at the troubling photographs still glowing on her camera screen.*