Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYYPWWR5YJC0AMTKZGQHEP

**Scene:** Melanie sat at a small outdoor table at the cozy café on Main Street in Alborn, Minnesota. The autumn sun filtered through the turning leaves as she scrolled through the photos on her camera, reviewing the shots she’d taken of the town’s famous apple orchards the day before. Her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. A tall, serious-looking man in a dark jacket approached her table. Hunter, the local detective, stopped a respectful distance away. **Voice Sheet:** Melanie: *looks up, eyes widening slightly as she grips her camera tighter* „Entschuldigung? Ich spreche kein Englisch. Was wollen Sie von mir?“ Hunter: *frowning in confusion, clearly not understanding a word* “Ma’am, I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about the incident at the old mill last week. You were seen taking photographs in that area around the time one of the disappearances was reported.” Melanie: *voice trembling, visibly shaken as she remembers the strange sounds and shadows she saw that evening* „Der alte Mühl… Es war schrecklich. Ich habe etwas gesehen… Schatten, die sich bewegten, wo keine Menschen waren. Ich bin nur zum Fotografieren hingegangen. Bitte, ich möchte nicht in Schwierigkeiten geraten. Ich verstehe nicht, was hier passiert.“ Hunter: *rubbing the back of his neck, increasingly frustrated by the language barrier* “I’m sorry, I don’t speak… whatever that is. German? Look, I’m not trying to scare you. I just need to know if you saw anything unusual. Anything at all that might help us find these missing people.” Melanie: *speaking more slowly now, her hands shaking as she holds up her camera* „Meine Fotos… Vielleicht zeigen sie etwas. Aber ich habe Angst. Diese Stadt… sie fühlt sich falsch an. Etwas stimmt nicht mit den Äpfeln… oder den Leuten.“ Hunter: *sighing heavily, pulling out a small notebook anyway* “Alright, this isn’t getting us anywhere. If you understand anything I’m saying, maybe you could write it down? Or is there someone who can translate?” Melanie: *shaking her head, looking increasingly distressed* „Ich will nur meine Fotos machen und studieren. Bitte lassen Sie mich in Ruhe. Ich weiß nichts.“ Hunter: “I wish I could understand you. You look like you’ve seen something that scared you. If you remember anything… anything at all…” *His phone suddenly rings. He glances at the screen and his expression hardens.* “Damn it. I have to take this. Stay safe, miss. We’ll talk again soon, I hope.” *Hunter gives her one last confused but concerned look before turning and walking briskly away, answering his phone.* Melanie: *whispers to herself as she watches him leave, clutching her camera to her chest* „Was ist nur los mit dieser Stadt…?“