Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9ACGMR4N8JVB8T4JAH5JP

**Scene: The Alborn Café, mid-afternoon. Maria sits at a small table near the window, scrolling through photos on her camera. The bell above the door jingles as Hunter walks in, scanning the room before making his way toward her.** Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions about yesterday evening?" **Maria looks up, her eyes wide. Her hands tighten around the camera strap.** Maria: "¿Ayer? Sí... sí, estaba allí. Fue horrible. No podía dejar de temblar cuando volví a casa." **Hunter's brow furrows. He glances around, half-expecting someone to translate.** Hunter: "Uh... I'm sorry, I don't— do you speak English?" Maria: "No, lo siento, no hablo inglés. Solo español." **Hunter exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.** Hunter: "Okay. Okay, that's fine. Let's try this slow." *(He points to his own eyes, then toward the street.)* "Did you... see anything? Last night?" **Maria nods vigorously, her expression darkening. She lifts her camera, flipping through the screen with shaking fingers.** Maria: "Tomé fotos. Muchas fotos. Había una luz extraña cerca del bosque, y luego... escuché un grito. No vi a nadie, pero el sonido... todavía lo escucho." **Hunter leans in, trying to catch any recognizable words. He points at the camera.** Hunter: "Photos? You have photos?" **Maria pauses, then seems to understand the word "photos." She nods and turns the camera toward him, showing a blurry image of trees and a strange glow in the distance.** Maria: "Sí. Fotos. Esto es lo que vi. No sé qué es, pero me dio miedo." **Hunter studies the image, his jaw tightening.** Hunter: "That's... huh. That's near the old orchard road." *(He looks back at her, frustrated at the language gap.)* "I need someone who can translate this. Can you stay here? Don't go anywhere, alright?" **Maria tilts her head, clearly not understanding but sensing the urgency in his tone.** Maria: "No entiendo, pero... está bien. Me quedo aquí." **Hunter's phone buzzes sharply in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression shifts to alarm.** Hunter: "Damn it— I have to take this." *(He looks at Maria, holding up a finger.)* "Stay. Right here. I'll send someone who speaks Spanish, okay?" **Maria watches him, confused but nodding slowly as he backs away, already lifting the phone to his ear.** Hunter: "Hunter. Yeah, go ahead—" *(His face pales as he listens.)* "Another one? When?" **He turns and hurries out the door, the bell jingling wildly behind him. Maria sits alone again, staring down at the strange, glowing photo on her camera screen, her hands still trembling.**