Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K9XNRYMXGSVEYGCR3DP4HR

Maria: (looking at her camera, trembling) "No puedo creer lo que vi anoche... Las fotos están borrosas, pero estaba allí." [I can't believe what I saw last night... The photos are blurry, but it was there.] Hunter: (approaching, speaking firmly) "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the recent disappearances in town. Did you see anything unusual near the apple orchards?" Maria: (startled, looking up) "¿Disculpe? No... no hablo inglés. Lo siento." [Excuse me? No... I don't speak English. I'm sorry.] Hunter: (frowning) "No English? Okay... uh, do you understand any of this?" (holds up a missing person flyer) Maria: (eyes widen, voice shaking) "Sí... esa mujer. La vi. Anoche, cerca del bosque. Estaba corriendo, y luego... desapareció. No sé cómo explicarlo." [Yes... that woman. I saw her. Last night, near the woods. She was running, and then... she disappeared. I don't know how to explain it.] Hunter: (confused, lowering the flyer) "I'm not getting any of that. Look, I just need to know if you saw something. Anything. A car, a person, a struggle?" Maria: (pointing at the flyer, then at her camera) "Ella... yo tomé fotos. Aquí. Mire." [She... I took photos. Here. Look.] Hunter: (leaning in, hopeful) "Photos? You have photos? Can I see?" Maria: (fumbling with camera, showing screen) "Sí, pero están oscuras. Hay una figura... y luego nada. Como si se la hubiera tragado la tierra." [Yes, but they're dark. There's a figure... and then nothing. Like the ground swallowed her.] Hunter: (squinting at the screen, frustrated) "I can't make that out. Is there a way to... you know, transfer these? Do you have a computer? A card?" Maria: (nervously) "No entiendo. ¿Computadora? Sí, en mi habitación. Pero no puedo... no sé cómo decirle." [I don't understand. Computer? Yes, in my room. But I can't... I don't know how to tell you.] Hunter: (sighs, runs a hand through his hair) "Okay, okay. Let me try something. (slowly, pointing at camera) Photo. (pointing at himself) Police. (making a walking motion) You. Me. Go?" Maria: (nodding, a small smile of relief) "Sí, sí. Ir. Por favor. Quiero ayudar. Pero tengo miedo." [Yes, yes. Go. Please. I want to help. But I'm scared.] Hunter: (nodding back) "Good. Good. We'll figure it out. I'll get someone who speaks Spanish. Just... stay here a minute." Maria: (looking down at her camera, whispering) "Ella me miró antes de desaparecer. Como si me conociera." [She looked at me before disappearing. As if she knew me.] Hunter: (phone buzzes, he checks it, expression hardens) "I have to take this. (pauses, looking at her) Don't go anywhere, alright? I'll be right back." Maria: (worried) "¿Se va? Por favor, no me deje sola. No sé qué más puedo hacer." [You're leaving? Please, don't leave me alone. I don't know what else I can do.] Hunter: (already turning away, phone to ear) "Yeah, I'm on it. No, I've got a witness. Maybe. I'll call you back." (walks off, leaving Maria staring after him)