Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZAZC8WXJHNX7RAYPCB20D

**Scene:** In the small-town cafe of Alborn, MN, the scent of cinnamon and baked apples drifted through the air. Marie sat alone at a corner table, her camera cradled in her hands like a talisman. She kept flicking through the same series of landscape photos from the apple festival, her expression growing more troubled with each pass. Her shoulders were tense, her usual gentle curiosity replaced by visible anxiety. The door opened with a jingle. Hunter strode in, scanning the room with the sharp, no-nonsense gaze of a former Marine. When his eyes landed on the young woman with the camera, he made a beeline for her table. The two attempted to communicate for several minutes, but the complete language barrier made the conversation increasingly frustrating and awkward. **Voice Sheet:** Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were taking photographs at the apple festival yesterday. There's been a mysterious disappearance. Did you see anything unusual?" Marie: "Je ne comprends pas un mot de ce que vous dites... J'étais au festival et j'ai vu un homme disparaître ! C'était horrible, je suis encore toute secouée, je n'arrive pas à dormir depuis." Hunter: "I don't speak French. Not a word. Can you slow down and try English? What exactly did you see?" Marie: "Je suis française, je ne parle pas anglais ! Il était juste là, près des pommiers, et puis il n'était plus là. Comme effacé. J'ai tout photographié mais les images sont... étranges. J'ai très peur." Hunter: "Photos? You said photos? I'm not understanding anything you're saying, but if your camera was pointed at the scene, I need to look at those pictures." Marie: "Regardez, regardez ma caméra... Les photos montrent quelque chose d'anormal. Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe dans cette ville, mais je me sens en danger maintenant." Hunter: "Alright, just show me what you're talking about on the camera. Point. Use your hands if you have to." Marie: "Vous ne comprenez rien, n'est-ce pas ? J'essaie de vous dire que j'ai vu une personne s'évaporer ! Je suis terrifiée." Hunter: "This isn't working. Look, stay in town. We'll need to find a translator because—" *(Hunter's phone suddenly rings. He checks the screen and his face hardens.)* Hunter: "I have to take this. We'll continue this conversation... somehow." **End of scene.** Hunter nods curtly at the shaken Marie and steps outside to take the call, leaving her alone once more with her troubling photographs.