Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXFJZ7ERHMHJC4V2BGAK92

Marie: *(scrolling through her camera, murmuring to herself)* "Mon Dieu... qu'est-ce que j'ai vu hier soir..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I've got a few questions about last night." Marie: *(looking up, startled)* "Pardon? Je... je ne comprends pas. Vous êtes de la police?" Hunter: "Police, yeah. Detective." *(taps the badge on his belt)* "I heard you were near the old mill last night. Around the apple orchard. Did you see anything?" Marie: "L'orchard? Oui, oui, j'étais là-bas! Mais... je ne parle pas anglais, monsieur. Je suis française." Hunter: *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay... French. Great. That's just great." *(speaking slower and louder, as if that helps)* "Did. You. See. Anything? Last night?" Marie: *(growing agitated, gesturing with her hands)* "Il y avait un homme! Un homme près des arbres, et puis... une lumière, et il a disparu! Disparu, comme ça!" *(snaps her fingers)* Hunter: "Whoa, slow down. A man? Was there a man?" *(mimics walking with two fingers)* Marie: "Oui! Oui, un homme!" *(nods frantically, then turns the camera toward him)* "Regardez! J'ai pris une photo. Regardez, c'est terrible..." Hunter: *(leaning in to look at the screen, squinting)* "That's... huh. That's the mill, alright. And that shadow there—what is that?" Marie: *(voice trembling)* "Je ne sais pas. Je ne sais pas ce que c'était. J'ai eu tellement peur." *(wraps her arms around herself)* Hunter: "Hey, easy. You're shaking." *(softening)* "Look, I don't understand a word you're saying, but something spooked you good. I need to get this picture looked at." Marie: "Vous devez m'aider, s'il vous plaît. Quelque chose ne va pas dans cette ville." Hunter: "I wish I knew what you—" *(his phone buzzes; he answers)* "Hunter. ...What? When? ...Another one? Where?" *(stands up abruptly)* "I'm on my way." Marie: *(rising, alarmed)* "Vous partez? Non, attendez! Et la photo? L'homme?" Hunter: "I gotta go. I'm sorry." *(grabs a napkin, scribbles on it, slides it across the table)* "My number. You—" *(points at her, then the napkin, then his phone)* "—find someone who speaks both. We talk again. Okay?" Marie: *(clutching the napkin, nodding slowly)* "D'accord... d'accord. Merci, monsieur." Hunter: "Yeah. Stay safe, miss." *(pauses at the door, glancing back at her camera)* "And keep that thing close." Marie: *(quietly, watching him go)* "Qu'est-ce qui se passe dans cet endroit..."