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The bell above the door of The Apple Core Cafe jingled, cutting through the low hum of local gossip and the scent of cinnamon rolls. Melanie sat at a corner table, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through the digital display of her Canon camera. The photos of the Alborn orchards, which usually brought her peace, now felt haunted. Every shadow in the trees looked like a person vanishing into the brush. A shadow fell over her table. She looked up to see a man who looked like he was carved out of granite. He wore a heavy jacket and a gaze that didn't just look at you—it interrogated you. "Excuse me," the man said, his voice low and authoritative. "I'm Detective Hunter. I noticed you were out near the north woods earlier with that camera. Did you see anything unusual near the old mill road? People have been... going missing." Melanie’s heart hammered against her ribs. She thought of the blurred shape she’d captured in the corner of her frame—a movement too fast to be an animal, too frantic to be a hiker. The memory made her stomach churn. "Ich... ich habe etwas gesehen," she whispered, her voice thick with dread. "Es war schrecklich. Es war, als ob der Wald sie einfach verschluckt hat. Ich habe solche Angst, dass ich das nächste bin." Hunter froze. He blinked, his brow furrowing into a deep, confused V. He leaned in slightly, searching her eyes for a clue, but his expression remained one of utter bewilderment. "I... I’m sorry?" Hunter said, tilting his head. "Do you speak English? I didn't catch a word of that." Melanie realized her mistake, her face flushing a deep crimson. She gripped her camera tighter, her knuckles turning white. "I... English... no," she stammered, her hands gesturing vaguely toward the woods and then her chest. "Scary. Something... bad." Hunter sighed, a weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire town. "Look, if you saw something, you've got to tell me. Even if it's just a gesture. Anything helps." Melanie tried to mimic the motion of something being pulled away, a sudden, violent disappearance. Hunter watched her intently, his eyes narrowing as he tried to piece together the silent pantomime. For a moment, they existed in a tense, silent vacuum—the detective searching for truth and the student searching for safety. The heavy silence was shattered by the sharp, rhythmic vibration of a phone on Hunter's belt. He reached down, pulling out his device. He glanced at the caller ID and his expression hardened instantly, the detective mask sliding back into place. "Duty calls," he said, offering a curt, apologetic nod. "I'm sorry we couldn't make sense of this. If you see anyone else—or if you remember anything else—try to find me at the station. Don't stay out in the woods alone." Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode out of the cafe, leaving Melanie alone with her camera and the terrifying, silent images of a town losing its people. *** **Voice Sheet** Melanie: "Ich... ich habe etwas gesehen. Es war schrecklich. Es war, als ob der Wald sie einfach verschluckt hat. Ich habe solche Angst, dass ich das nächste bin." Hunter: "Excuse me? I'm Detective Hunter. Did you see anything unusual near the old mill road?" Hunter: "I... I'm sorry? Do you speak English? I didn't catch a word of that." Melanie: "I... English... no. Scary. Something... bad." Hunter: "Look, if you saw something, you've got to tell me. Even if it's just a gesture. Anything helps." Hunter: "Duty calls. I'm sorry we couldn't make sense of this. If you see anyone else—or if you remember anything else—try to find me at the station. Don't stay out in the woods alone."