Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHRD81768HZ7XTNJDCWWFZ4

**Scene:** The small-town cafe in Alborn, MN buzzed quietly with the clink of coffee cups and the low murmur of locals. Maria sat alone at a corner table near the window, her dark hair catching the soft autumn light. She was slowly scrolling through the photos on her camera, her usual peaceful expression replaced by a troubled frown. The last few images showed the edge of the orchard where one of the disappearances had occurred. Hunter entered, scanning the room with the sharp eyes of a former Marine. Spotting the young woman with the camera—the only face he didn’t recognize—he approached her table with purposeful steps. **Voice Sheet:** Maria: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn Sheriff’s Department. Mind if I ask you a few questions? There was an incident near the old mill two nights ago. You been out taking pictures around there lately?" Maria: "¡Dios mío, no puedo creer lo que vi esa noche! Había alguien... una sombra entre los manzanos. Intenté tomar fotos pero... pero luego desapareció. ¡Estoy temblando solo de recordarlo! ¿Qué está pasando en este pueblo? ¡Tengo miedo!" Hunter: "..." Maria: "¡Por favor, necesito entender qué está ocurriendo! Cada vez que miro las fotos me siento más confundida. ¿Usted es policía? ¿Puede ayudarme?" Hunter: "I… uh… I don’t speak Spanish, ma’am. English? Do you speak any English? I’m sorry, I’m not following a word you’re saying." Maria: "Lo siento… No hablo inglés. Solo español. Estoy muy asustada, detective. Las fotos… mire, por favor." Hunter: "Your camera? Is that what you’re trying to show me? Look, I can see you’re upset, but without a translator I’m not gonna get anywhere. Hang on—maybe I can call someone from the college exchange program…" Maria: "¡Las imágenes muestran algo extraño! Una figura que no debería estar allí. Desapareció como los demás… ¡No sé qué hacer!" Hunter: "Alright, just… breathe. I can tell something’s got you shaken. We’ll figure this out. I just need to—" *Hunter’s phone suddenly rings. He glances at the screen, his jaw tightening.* Hunter: "Damn it. I have to take this. It’s about the case. Stay here, okay? I’ll come back with someone who can translate. Don’t go anywhere near those orchards alone. You hear me?" Maria: "¡Espere! Por favor, no se vaya todavía…" *Hunter gives her an apologetic look, already moving toward the door as he answers the call.* Hunter: "Hunter here. What’ve you got?" He steps out into the crisp Minnesota air, leaving Maria staring after him, camera still clutched tightly in her trembling hands.