Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HHYEFGNNTGCGZ1HSG1ZT5

Marie: *(scrolling through her camera, murmuring to herself)* "Non, non... ce n'est pas possible. J'étais juste là hier..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I've got a few questions about something that happened down by the orchard last night." Marie: *(looking up, startled)* "Oh— pardon? Je... je ne comprends pas. Vous êtes de la police?" Hunter: "...Police. Yeah." *(taps the badge on his belt)* "I'm guessing you were out near the festival grounds. People say a young woman was taking pictures down there around dusk." Marie: *(eyes widening, gripping the camera tighter)* "Les photos— oui, oui, j'ai pris des photos! Mais ce que j'ai vu... mon Dieu, je n'arrive pas à dormir. Il y avait quelqu'un dans les arbres, et puis— et puis il a disparu. Comme ça!" *(snaps her fingers, voice trembling)* Hunter: *(frowning, raising a hand)* "Whoa, slow down. I— I don't follow. You're saying you saw something? Out there?" Marie: "Oui! Quelqu'un! Une personne, là, et après... plus rien. J'ai tout sur mon appareil, regardez—" *(turning the camera toward him with shaking hands)* "Regardez, s'il vous plaît!" Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* "Okay... okay, that's something. That shape, right there in the trees. Can you— is there a date on this? When did you take it?" Marie: *(near tears)* "Je vous en prie, je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je suis seule ici, je ne connais personne, et personne ne me comprend..." Hunter: *(softening, awkwardly)* "Hey. Hey, it's alright. I can tell you're scared. I just— God, I wish I had someone here who spoke French." *(rubs the back of his neck)* "Let me get a translator down here, okay? We'll figure this out. You did good bringing this in." Marie: *(wiping her eyes, nodding slowly though uncertain)* "Vous... vous allez m'aider? Vraiment?" Hunter: *(meeting her eyes, nodding firmly)* "I'm gonna help you. We'll—" *(his phone buzzes loudly; he answers)* Hunter: "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way." *(stands abruptly, pocketing the phone)* "I'm sorry, I've gotta go. Something just came up." *(grabs a napkin, scribbles a number, slides it across the table)* "Listen to me— stay right here. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back, alright? Stay put." Marie: *(confused, holding the napkin)* "Attendez— où allez-vous? Monsieur! Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" Hunter: *(already walking off, calling over his shoulder)* "I'll be back! Just— stay here!" Marie: *(softly, to the empty chair)* "...Mais je ne comprends rien."