Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSK6Y765SHZFHRTE5NTSNYY

Marie: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through photos)* "...non, ce n'est pas possible. J'ai vu quelque chose, j'en suis sûre..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down? Name's Hunter — I'm a detective. I've got a few questions about what happened here two nights ago." Marie: *(startled, clutching her camera)* "Oh! Pardon, je... je ne comprends pas très bien. Vous parlez français?" Hunter: "...French. Of course it's French." *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay. Uh — you. Camera. You take pictures? Of the town? The night of the festival?" Marie: *(eyes widening, nodding rapidly)* "Le festival, oui! La nuit du festival! J'étais là, près du verger, et j'ai vu un homme — il y avait quelqu'un, et puis... plus rien. Disparu." Hunter: "Whoa, slow down — slow down. I caught 'festival' and... that's about it." *(leaning in)* "Verger? What's a verger?" Marie: *(voice trembling, hands shaking)* "Le verger! Les pommiers, là-bas." *(pointing toward the edge of town)* "J'ai pris une photo. Regardez — regardez!" Hunter: "The orchard. Okay, now we're getting somewhere. You photographed the orchard." *(squinting at the small screen)* "Is that — is that a person back there? In the trees?" Marie: *(nodding, near tears)* "Oui, oui! Et il a disparu. Comme les autres. J'ai peur, monsieur, j'ai très peur." Hunter: "Hey, easy. You're alright. You're safe, okay?" *(holding up a calming hand)* "Look, I need this picture. This — *(tapping the camera, then his own chest)* — I need it. Can you send it? Email? Anything?" Marie: *(wiping her eyes, confused but trying)* "Email? Oui, je... je peux. Mais il faut que vous compreniez — cette personne, elle me regardait. Elle savait que j'étais là." Hunter: "I wish I knew what you were saying. I really do." *(softening)* "Whatever you saw — it scared you bad. I can see that much." Marie: *(quietly)* "...Merci. Au moins vous écoutez." *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, jaw tightening.)* Hunter: "Hold that thought —" *(answering)* "Hunter. ...What? When? ...No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way." *(standing, pocketing the phone)* "I gotta go. Listen — stay here. Stay safe. I'll find someone who speaks French and I'll come back. You understand? *Back.*" *(pointing at the table, then himself)* Marie: *(grasping his sleeve as he turns)* "Attendez — il y a eu un autre? Quelqu'un d'autre a disparu, c'est ça?" Hunter: *(pausing, reading the fear in her face even without the words)* "...Yeah. I think you already know." *(gently pulling free)* "Don't go anywhere. I mean it." Marie: *(watching him rush off, whispering)* "...Faites attention, monsieur. Je vous en prie."