Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8XAY5BZB3QYJ3H6297MSS6

**Scene Setting:** *The scent of cinnamon and roasted coffee fills the air at the Alborn Community Café. Outside, the autumn leaves are turning gold, but inside, the mood is somber. Marie sits in a velvet booth, her fingers trembling as she scrolls through the digital photos on her Canon DSLR. Detective Hunter walks in, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood floor, his brow furrowed in a permanent line of concentration.* **Voice Sheet:** Hunter: "Excuse me. You’re the student staying at the bed and breakfast, right? Marie?" Marie: (Looking up, startled, her voice shaking) "Oui... c'est moi. Qui êtes-vous ?" Hunter: "Look, I don't suppose you speak English? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearance of the Miller girl. You were out by the north orchards yesterday afternoon taking photos. Did you see anything unusual? Anyone heading toward the woods?" Marie: (Eyes widening, she gestures frantically to her camera screen) "Oh mon Dieu... j'ai vu quelque chose. Quelqu'un était là-bas, près des arbres. C'était terrifiant, cet homme... il avait l'air si désespéré, et puis elle a disparu dans le brouillard !" Hunter: (Leaning in, frowning) "I have no idea what you're saying. Slow down. Did you see her? Just nod your head yes or no. Did you see the girl?" Marie: (Tears welling up, speaking rapidly) "Je ne comprends pas ! S'il vous plaît, regardez les photos ! Je crois que j'ai capturé son visage, mais c'est flou. C'est horrible, elle avait tellement peur !" Hunter: (Sighing, rubbing his temples) "Great. I'm talking to a brick wall. Look, I can see you're upset, but I need facts. If you have photos, just hand me the camera." Marie: (Clutching the camera to her chest protectively) "Non ! Je dois être sûre... je ne veux pas faire d'erreur. C'est trop important." Hunter: "I don't know if you're refusing to give it to me or if you're asking for a croissant, but we're getting nowhere." *(Hunter’s phone buzzes violently in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.)* Hunter: "Dammit. I've got to go. A witness just came forward over on Main Street." Marie: (Standing up, desperate) "Attendez ! Ne partez pas ! Je peux vous aider !" Hunter: (Already backing toward the door) "Stay put, Marie. I'll come back with someone who actually speaks the language. Don't delete anything on that camera."