Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0913GWBC28W7DCSX6YVBVK

**Cast:** Hunter – Detective, male, 35 Melanie – College student from Germany, female, 30 --- **INT. COFFEEHOUSE – AFTERNOON** Melanie sits by the window, gently turning pages of her camera while watching the street. The hum of quiet conversation and the soft hiss of the espresso machine fill the room. Hunter approaches her table, clears his throat. Hunter: Excuse me. Are you Melanie? Melanie: Ja, das bin ich. (Yes, that’s me.) Hunter: Melanie, I’m Detective Hunter. Alborn Police. I’m leading the investigation into the recent disappearances. Did you happen to be downtown yesterday evening? Melanie: *clutches camera tighter* Gestern Abend… ja… (Yesterday evening… yes…) Hunter: Anything unusual catch your eye? Melanie: *voice strained* Ich war am Marktplatz… dann hörte ich einen Schrei… und sah einen Mann. Er trug einen schwarzen Mantel. Ich verstehe nicht, was passiert ist. (I was at the marketplace… then I heard a scream… and saw a man. He wore a black coat. I don’t understand what happened.) Hunter: Slow down. You saw a man in a black coat *after* a scream? Melanie: Ja… er bewegte sich schnell… und dann war sie weg. Eine Frau. Sie war einfach… verschwunden. (Yes… he moved fast… and then she was gone. A woman. She was just… gone.) Hunter: Did you get a look at the man’s face? Anything distinctive? Melanie: *shakes head* Nein. Nur seine Jacke. Und seine Hand… er trug einen Handschuh… aber eine Narbe. (No. Only his jacket. And his hand… he wore a glove… but a scar.) Hunter: A scar on his hand? Melanie: Ja… auf dem Handrücken. Groß und rot. (Yes… on the back of his hand. Big and red.) Hunter: That’s helpful. Melanie, do you speak any English? Melanie: Nur… nur bisschen. Nicht gut. (Only… only a little. Not good.) Hunter: Understood. If you see anything else—anything at all—please come to the station. We’ll make sure someone who speaks German can assist you. Hunter’s phone buzzes and vibrates on the table. He picks it up and puts it to his ear. Hunter: Hunter. *listens* On my way. *to Melanie* Mel—*stops himself* Melanie, thanks for your help. I’ve got to go. Hunter pats the table quickly, then leaves the café in a brisk stride, still talking into the phone. Melanie remains seated, her fingers nervously tracing her camera lens, her expression clouded with unease.