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Melanie sat in a velvet booth at the Alborn Coffee House, the scent of cinnamon and roasted beans clinging to the air. Her hands trembled slightly as she scrolled through the digital gallery of her Canon camera, pausing on a blurred image of the treeline near the town square—a shot she had taken just an hour before the screaming started. The bell above the door chimed, and a man with a rigid posture and a gaze that could cut through steel marched toward her. Detective Hunter stood over her table, his presence commanding and abrupt. He didn't offer a smile; he only offered a badge and a series of pointed questions. Melanie looked up, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't recognize the words he was saying, but she recognized the authority in his voice and the grim set of his jaw. She began to speak, her voice frantic and breathless, gesturing wildly toward the photos on her screen, desperate to tell him what she had seen lurking in the shadows of the apple orchards. Hunter stared at her, his brow furrowing. He had dealt with a lot of things in the Marines, but a witness who spoke a language that sounded like a rhythmic series of clicks and guttural vowels was not on his list of specialties. Their exchange continued in a stalemate of frustration—Melanie pleading in her native tongue, and Hunter attempting to use hand gestures and a loud, slow voice as if volume could bridge a linguistic chasm. Just as Melanie began to cry, the sharp ring of a cellphone interrupted them. Hunter glanced at the screen, his expression hardening. He gave her a curt nod, a silent apology for the lack of progress, and turned on his heel to chase a new lead. *** **Voice Sheet** Hunter: "Ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter. I noticed you were near the square during the incident. Did you see anyone fleeing the scene?" Melanie: "Oh Gott, bitte sagen Sie mir, dass Sie mir helfen können! Ich habe etwas gesehen... etwas Schreckliches im Wald!" Hunter: "I don't follow. Do you speak English? Look, I just need to know if you saw a vehicle or a person heading north." Melanie: "Ich verstehe Sie nicht! Schauen Sie sich die Fotos an! Dort, im Schatten—da war jemand! Er ist einfach verschwunden!" Hunter: "I can't read your camera, lady. I need words. A name? A description? Just give me something I can actually use." Melanie: "Warum verstehen Sie mich nicht? Es ist so wichtig! Die Leute verschwinden einfach, und ich glaube, ich weiß warum!" Hunter: "Look, I'm sorry, but we're getting nowhere here. I can't understand a word you're saying." (Phone rings) Hunter: "Hunter here. What? Where? I'm on my way." Hunter: "I have to go. Stay here. Don't leave town."