Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYY5BG99PXRK5DA7JRWH0F

Marie sat at a quiet corner table in the small café on Main Street, the late afternoon light filtering through the windows. Her camera rested in her hands as she scrolled through the day's landscape photos from the orchard outside town, her brow furrowed in concentration. The bell above the door chimed as Hunter entered, his tall frame casting a long shadow. The former marine scanned the room with sharp eyes before spotting the young woman with the camera. He approached her table with purposeful strides. **Voice Sheet:** Marie: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions about the festival last weekend? We've had some... unusual reports." Marie: "Je... je ne sais pas. J'ai vu quelque chose de bizarre près des pommiers, mais je ne comprends pas ce qui s'est passé. Tout le monde a commencé à crier et puis... disparu. J'ai peur, monsieur. Très peur." Hunter: "..." Marie: "S'il vous plaît, aidez-moi. Je ne parle pas anglais. Seulement français. C'était horrible... le brouillard, les cris..." Hunter: "Right. I... I don't speak French. Not a word. Are you okay? You look shaken. Did you see something at the festival?" Marie: "Le festival... oui, c'était là. J'ai pris des photos, mais maintenant je ne veux plus regarder. Quelque chose a pris ces gens, je le sais." Hunter: "Photos? Can I see? The missing people—three so far. If you were there..." Marie: "Je ne peux pas expliquer en anglais. Regardez... regardez les images. Là, dans le brouillard." Marie: "..." (The conversation continued in this halting, one-sided manner for nearly twenty minutes—Marie growing more distressed as she tried to convey what she'd witnessed in the apple groves, gesturing at her camera, while Hunter grew increasingly frustrated, piecing together what he could from her tone and the photos she showed him.) Suddenly, Hunter's phone buzzed loudly on the table. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening. Hunter: "Damn it. I have to take this. Stay in town, alright? We'll... figure this out somehow." He gave her an apologetic nod and strode out of the café, leaving Marie alone with her camera and her fears.