Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HTDE60Q243EBTB5KCHJVY

Maria: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through photos)* "No puede ser... estaba justo aquí. Lo vi con mis propios ojos." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit? Name's Hunter—I'm a detective. I'm looking into what happened by the old mill last night." Maria: *(startled, clutching her camera to her chest)* "¿Qué? No, no... yo no hice nada. Solo estaba tomando fotos del paisaje, lo juro." Hunter: "...Okay. I'm guessing that's not English. You witnessed something, didn't you? You've got that look. I've seen it on a hundred faces." Maria: *(voice trembling, eyes glassy)* "Había alguien en el bosque. Una figura. Y luego... luego desapareció. Como si nunca hubiera estado allí." Hunter: "Easy, easy. Slow down. I can't understand a word, but you're shaking like a leaf. Whatever you saw—it's got you scared." Maria: *(turning the camera screen toward him, hands unsteady)* "Mire. Mire esto. ¿Lo ve? Aquí, en esta foto. ¡Aquí!" Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting)* "That's... huh. That's the mill. And that shadow there—when'd you take this?" Maria: "Anoche. A las once. Le digo que algo está mal en este pueblo. La gente no simplemente desaparece." Hunter: "I really wish I had a translator right now. Look—" *(pointing at himself, then the photo, then writing in his notepad)* "—you. Come to the station. Police. Understand? Photo. Important." Maria: *(shaking her head, frustrated, tears welling)* "No entiendo nada de lo que dice. ¿Por qué nadie aquí habla español? Por favor, alguien tiene que escucharme." Hunter: *(softening, lowering his voice)* "Hey. I get it. You're a long way from home and nobody's listening. But I'm listening, okay? Even if I can't—" *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, jaw tightening.)* Hunter: "Dispatch. Hang on—Hunter here. ...What? Another one? Where?" *(standing abruptly, chair scraping)* "Yeah. I'm on my way." Maria: *(reaching toward him)* "¿Se va? ¡No, espere! ¡La foto! ¡Tiene que ver la foto!" Hunter: *(already backing away, holding up a hand)* "I'm sorry, miss—I gotta go. Stay here. Don't go anywhere near that mill, you hear me? Stay—" *(gesturing firmly at the seat)* "—here. Safe." Maria: *(slumping back, whispering to her camera as he rushes out)* "...Nadie me cree. Estoy completamente sola en esto."