Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHQKZH1WD10BH3Y0MCXYXHR

**Scene** The aroma of cinnamon-spiced apple cider drifted through the cozy little café on Main Street in Alborn, MN. Marie sat alone at a sunlit corner table, her beloved camera resting on the checkered cloth as she scrolled through the day’s photos from the apple festival. Every time the image of the vanishing man appeared, her fingers trembled. Heavy footsteps approached. Detective Hunter, broad-shouldered and unsmiling, stopped beside her chair. **Voice Sheet** Hunter: "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter. I understand you were photographing the apple festival last weekend. Did you see anything unusual during the disappearance?" Marie: "Mon Dieu, c’était horrible ! J’ai tout vu dans mon objectif… l’homme a simplement disparu dans l’ombre ! Je suis encore toute secouée, je n’arrive pas à dormir !" Hunter: "I… don’t understand a word. Do you speak English? English? I’m investigating the missing people. Missing. People." Marie: "Non, je ne parle pas anglais ! Seulement français. Mais regardez, sur les photos… il y avait une silhouette sombre juste avant qu’il s’évapore ! J’ai peur que ça m’arrive ensuite !" Hunter: "Photos? I see you keep pointing at the camera. Show me. Slowly. I need to know what you witnessed." Marie: "Voilà… ici, vous voyez ? L’ombre avait presque une forme humaine. C’était comme si le festival avait avalé cet homme ! Je tremble encore rien que d’y penser." Hunter: "Frustrating. You look genuinely scared, but I can’t understand you. If I could just get a translator… You’re clearly trying to tell me something important." Marie: "S’il vous plaît, monsieur… je ne veux pas disparaître comme les autres. Aidez-moi. Les photos sont tout ce que j’ai !" Hunter: "Alright, stay right here. I’m going to call the station and get someone who speaks French. Don’t go anywhere." Marie: "Merci… je reste ici. Mais dépêchez-vous, je vous en supplie." Hunter: "Hunter here… Another disappearance? When? I’m on my way." **End of Scene** Hunter gave Marie one last frustrated yet protective glance, then strode out of the café, phone pressed to his ear, leaving her alone with her camera and the lingering scent of apples.