Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HAA5YB9M4J97YHSNP662F1

Marie: "Non… ce n’est pas possible. Je croyais avoir vu quelque chose, mais…" *(No… this isn’t possible. I thought I saw something, but…)* Hunter: "Excuse me. You’ve had that camera open since I walked in. You were at the Apple Festival last night?" Marie: "Le festival ? Oui… mais je ne comprends pas votre question." *(The festival? Yes… but I don’t understand your question.)* Hunter: "English? Do you speak English?" Marie: "Non. Je suis désolée. Je parle seulement français." *(No. I’m sorry. I only speak French.)* Hunter: "Great. Look—Detective Hunter. Alborn police. Apple Festival. Last night. Something happened." Marie: "Vous êtes policier ? L’homme près du pressoir… il a disparu, n’est-ce pas ?" *(You’re police? The man near the press… he disappeared, didn’t he?)* Hunter: "I’m sorry, I don’t speak French. You keep pointing at your camera." Marie: "Les photos. J’ai pris des photos. Là, regardez." *(The photos. I took photos. There, look.)* Hunter: "Okay, show me. What am I looking at?" Marie: "Le pressoir à cidre. La grande machine en bois." *(The cider press. The big wooden machine.)* Hunter: "I don’t know what that means, but this shadow by the machine—was this what scared you?" Marie: "Oui. Non. Je ne sais pas. Il y avait un cri, et après l’homme n’était plus là." *(Yes. No. I don’t know. There was a scream, and after that the man was no longer there.)* Hunter: "You’re saying someone screamed? Slow down." Marie: "Vous ne comprenez pas ? Une femme a crié. Près des tartes." *(You don’t understand? A woman screamed. Near the pies.)* Hunter: "Pies? The pie tent?" Marie: "Oui, les tartes. Les tables étaient renversées." *(Yes, the pies. The tables were overturned.)* Hunter: "Tables overturned? That happened near the pie tent?" Marie: "Vous savez donc quelque chose." *(So you know something.)* Hunter: "I don’t know anything yet. That’s the problem." Marie: "Je ne veux pas être mêlée à ça. Je suis ici pour mes études." *(I don’t want to be mixed up in this. I’m here for my studies.)* Hunter: "You’re not in trouble. You may have photographed something important." Marie: "Quelque chose d’important ? Ou quelqu’un." *(Something important? Or someone.)* Hunter: "Can I see the next photo?" Marie: "Attendez. Celle-ci est étrange. Je pensais que c’était une branche." *(Wait. This one is strange. I thought it was a branch.)* Hunter: "That’s not a branch. That looks like a boot print." Marie: "Une empreinte ? Dans les pommes écrasées ?" *(A print? In the crushed apples?)* Hunter: "Crushed apples. Good. That gives me something." Marie: "Vous me croyez, alors ?" *(You believe me, then?)* Hunter: "I believe there was a mess near the cider press." Marie: "Ce n’était pas seulement un désordre. Il manquait quelque chose. Ou quelqu’un." *(It wasn’t only a mess. Something was missing. Or someone.)* Hunter: "Someone. Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of." Marie: "Votre téléphone sonne." *(Your phone is ringing.)* Hunter: "One second. Hunter. ... The old mill? Don’t move the barrels. I’m coming." Marie: "Qu’est-ce qui se passe ? Vous êtes tout pâle." *(What’s happening? You’re all pale.)* Hunter: "I have to go. Stay here. Don’t delete those photos." Marie: "Je ne les effacerai pas. Mais revenez, s’il vous plaît." *(I won’t delete them. But come back, please.)* Hunter: "Wait for me. Don’t show that camera to anyone." Marie: "D’accord. Faites vite." *(Okay. Hurry.)*