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Maria: “Perdón… ¿puedo ayudarle en algo? Estoy esperando a una persona.” Hunter: “No, I’m— I mean, I’m looking for information about what happened downtown last night. You live here?” Maria: “No. Estoy de visita… estudio en el extranjero.” Hunter: “Study program. Okay. I’ve been asking around about the disappearances. People said you were near the square.” Maria: “Yo… Yo estaba haciendo fotos. El paisaje es hermoso aquí.” Hunter: “Landscapes don’t just get you noticed. Folks saw someone acting like they were watching.” Maria: “No… no estaba espiando a nadie. Solo miraba. Solo… quería capturar la luz.” Hunter: “The light, huh. Then you can tell me why you looked scared when you came in here earlier.” Maria: “Porque… vi algo.” Hunter: “What did you see?” Maria: “Yo—” (She swallows.) “No sé cómo decirlo bien.” Hunter: “Try.” Maria: “Había… silencio. Como si el aire estuviera detenido. Y escuché un nombre… pero no era para mí.” Hunter: “A name. Who?” Maria: “No puedo—” (her hands tighten around the camera strap) “Yo no entendí todo… estaba lejos. Pero… era una voz que yo reconocí, y aun así no debía estar allí.” Hunter: “Recognized it. From where?” Maria: “En la ciudad… en la feria.” Hunter: “Apple Festival? That was weeks ago.” Maria: “Sí. Pero… estas desapariciones… me siguen en la cabeza. Y cuando vi que era posible otra vez—” Hunter: “Possible another time. Maria, listen to me. I need facts.” Maria: “¡Es que no son solo hechos! Estoy… estoy asustada.” Hunter: “You’re shaking.” Maria: “No he dormido. Desde ayer… cada vez que suena algo—un carro, una puerta—me giro pensando que es—” Hunter: “Thinking it’s what?” Maria: “Que es la misma oscuridad otra vez.” Hunter: “Okay.” (He pauses, scanning her expression.) “Hold up. You said ‘oscuridad.’ You mean like… danger?” Maria: “Sí.” Hunter: “And you didn’t call anyone?” Maria: “No sé a quién decirle. Y mi inglés…” Hunter: “You don’t speak English.” Maria: “No… todavía no.” Hunter: “Right.” (He straightens, frustration cutting through his confusion.) “Then why were you talking to people?” Maria: “Yo… yo intenté. Pero no sale. Solo fotos. Solo mirar.” Hunter: “So you saw something, but you couldn’t tell them.” Maria: “Exacto. Y ahora siento que… si no hablo, si no cuento, van a pasar de nuevo.” Hunter: “I’m investigating disappearances, not ghosts.” Maria: “No dije fantasmas. Dije miedo.” Hunter: “Fair.” (He checks his phone, jaw tight.) “Look—Alborn’s small. You don’t need to do this alone. But I need you to stay put and keep me posted.” Maria: “¿Puede usted… preguntar con más claridad? Yo puedo ayudar, pero…” Hunter: “I’ll figure it out.” Maria: “Gracias.” (She nods, then looks down at her camera like it might steady her.) “Solo… no me deje con esto.” Hunter: “Not leaving you.” Maria: “¿Entonces… usted cree lo que dije?” Hunter: “I believe you’re scared. And I believe there’s more to this than people are saying.” Maria: “Eso… eso es lo que necesitaba escuchar.” Hunter: “Hunter.” (He answers the phone, voice sharpening immediately.) “What? Now?” Maria: “¿Qué pasa?” Hunter: “They found something. Could be connected.” Maria: “¿Algo con… con las desapariciones?” Hunter: “Possibly.” (He starts backing away, already moving to leave.) “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” Maria: “Espere—” Hunter: “I’ll come back.” Maria: “Hunter… ¿cómo— cómo puedo…?” Hunter: “Just—” (He fumbles for the words.) “Stay. I’m bringing someone who can translate.” Maria: “Está bien.” (A shaky breath.) “Pero… tenga cuidado.” Hunter: “Always.” (He turns toward the door.) “I’ve got work to do.”