Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1G80F9CVTP4A4C5FFGZREX

Maria: *(scrolling through her camera's display, murmuring to herself)* "No puede ser... ¿qué es esto? Estaba justo aquí..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter—I'm looking into some disappearances around town. You're a photographer, right? I was hoping you might've caught something on that camera of yours." Maria: *(startled, clutching the camera to her chest)* "¡Ay, me asustó! Perdone, no... no hablo inglés. Solo español." Hunter: *(blinking)* "...Spanish. Right. Of course. Okay. Uh—" *(gesturing slowly to the camera)* "Camera. Photos? You. See. Anything?" Maria: *(eyes welling up, speaking fast)* "Sí, sí, la cámara. Mire, ayer estaba sacando fotos cerca del huerto de manzanos, y había un hombre... y luego, esta mañana, ya no estaba. Desapareció, como si la tierra se lo hubiera tragado. Tengo miedo, ¿entiende? Tengo mucho miedo." Hunter: *(holding up both hands)* "Whoa, okay, slow down. I'm not following any of that, but you look pretty shook up. Something scared you. Was it at the orchard? You keep saying—'huerto'?" Maria: "¡Sí! El huerto, el huerto de manzanos. Justo donde celebran el festival. Había algo raro, una luz, y ese hombre con el abrigo gris..." Hunter: "Festival grounds. The apple orchard. Okay, that I caught." *(pulling out a small notebook)* "A man. You saw a man. Can you show me? The photo?" Maria: *(fumbling with the camera, then turning the screen toward him, hand trembling)* "Aquí. Mire. Este es él. Pero mire la siguiente foto—¡no está! ¡Se fue en cuestión de segundos!" Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* "...Huh. That's the Henderson boy. Been missing since Tuesday." *(quietly)* "And the next shot, he's just... gone. That's not possible." Maria: *(nodding desperately, pointing at the screen)* "¿Lo ve? ¿Lo ve? No estoy loca. ¡Pasó algo terrible ahí!" Hunter: "Okay. Okay, easy. You did good showing me this. I need this camera, or at least these pictures. Understand? This is—" *(his phone buzzes loudly; he glances at it, jaw tightening)* "Dispatch. Hang on." *(answering)* "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...No, I'm on my way. Don't let anyone near it." Maria: *(watching his face change, lowering her voice)* "¿Qué pasa? Algo malo, ¿verdad? Lo veo en su cara." Hunter: *(standing, pocketing the phone)* "I gotta go. There's been another one. Look—" *(pointing firmly at her, then the table)* "Stay. Here. Okay? Don't move. I'll bring someone who speaks Spanish. We're not done." *(sliding a card across the table)* "Hunter. Call me. Or—just... stay put." Maria: *(taking the card, calling after him as he hurries off)* "¡Espere! ¡No me deje sola! ¿Adónde va? ¡Detective!" Hunter: *(already at the door, glancing back)* "I'm sorry—I'll be back. I promise." *(under his breath, as he steps out)* "Wish to God I knew what she was saying."