Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HPZYKR8FKVR8956KN9TSX

Maria: *(scrolling through her camera, murmuring to herself)* "Dios mío... no puede ser. Estaba justo ahí." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter, with the Alborn PD. I've got a few questions about last night." Maria: *(startled, looking up)* "¿Perdón? Lo siento, no... no hablo inglés. Solo español." Hunter: "Right. Of course. Spanish." *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "Look, I just need to know if you saw anything. Last night. Near the old mill." *(gesturing vaguely toward the window)* Maria: *(voice trembling, clutching the camera)* "El molino, sí. Estuve allí ayer, tomando fotos del atardecer. Y vi... vi algo. Una persona. Y luego, de repente, ya no estaba. ¡Desapareció!" Hunter: "Okay, okay—slow down. I'm not following. You're upset, I can see that." *(leaning in)* "The mill? You were at the mill?" Maria: *(nodding frantically, turning the camera toward him)* "¡Mire! Mire esta foto. Aquí. ¿Lo ve? Había alguien aquí, y en la siguiente foto... nada. Nadie. Como si se lo hubiera tragado la tierra." Hunter: *(squinting at the screen)* "Huh. There's... someone there. And then—" *(scrolling)* "—gone. That's the third one this month." *(quietly)* "What the hell is happening in this town." Maria: "¿Lo entiende? ¿Entiende lo que le digo? Tengo miedo, detective. Mucho miedo." Hunter: "I wish I could understand you. I really do." *(sighing)* "I'm gonna need this camera. Evidence. E-vi-dence." *(pointing at the camera, then at himself)* Maria: *(pulling the camera back protectively)* "¡No! No, esto es mío. Es mi trabajo, mis fotos de toda la semana. No puedo simplemente—" Hunter: "Whoa, easy. Not taking it. Not yet." *(raising both hands)* "Just—we need to talk. Somewhere I can get a translator. You understand 'translator'?" Maria: *(frowning, uncertain)* "¿Traductor? ¿Quiere... quiere un traductor?" Hunter: "Yeah! Yes. Translator." *(nodding emphatically)* "Tomorrow. The station. I'll get someone who speaks—" *(Hunter's phone rings sharply. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening.)* Hunter: "Hunter." *(pause)* "Another one? Where?" *(standing abruptly)* "I'm on my way." Maria: *(half-rising)* "¿Qué pasa? ¿A dónde va? ¡Espere, no me deje sola!" Hunter: "I gotta go. Look—" *(scribbling on a napkin, sliding it across the table)* "My number. Station. Tomorrow. Bring the camera. Please. Just—stay safe, alright?" Maria: *(clutching the napkin, voice small)* "Pero no entiendo nada... no sé qué está pasando..." Hunter: *(pausing at the door, looking back at her)* "Yeah. Me neither, kid. Me neither." *(The door swings shut. Maria sits alone, the camera in her lap, staring at the photograph of the empty space where someone used to be.)*