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Maria: *(startled, looking up from her camera)* "¡Ay! ¿Quién es usted?" *(Oh! Who are you?)* Hunter: *(approaching with a serious, clipped demeanor)* "Detective Hunter. Alborn PD. I'm investigating the disappearances. Were you near the north orchard last Tuesday?" Maria: *(voice trembling, clutching her camera)* "Sí... sí, estaba allí. Tomando fotos del atardecer para mi clase. Pero entonces... lo vi. Una figura cerca de los manzanos. En el borde del bosque. No era normal." *(Yes... yes, I was there. Taking sunset photos for my class. But then... I saw it. A figure near the apple trees. On the edge of the woods. It wasn't normal.)* Hunter: *(frowning, confused)* "I'm sorry, I don't... do you speak English? At all?" Maria: *(shaking her head vigorously, pointing to her mouth)* "No. Español. Solo español. Lo siento." *(No. Spanish. Only Spanish. I'm sorry.)* Hunter: *(pulling out a notepad, speaking slowly, pointing at her camera)* "Okay. Show me. The camera. Photos. Tuesday?" Maria: *(scrolling through photos, troubled)* "Mire... aquí. El festival de la manzana. Todo hermoso. Y entonces... allí. En la esquina." *(Look... here. The apple festival. Everything beautiful. And then... there. In the corner.)* Hunter: *(leaning in close, pointing at the screen)* "This? A person? Someone you know?" Maria: *(nodding frantically, eyes wide and shaken)* "No sé quién es. Pero estaba allí. Alto. Abrigo negro. Y llevaba una bolsa... una bolsa muy grande. Me asustó. Mucho. No dormí esa noche." *(I don't know who it is. But it was there. Tall. Black coat. And it was carrying a bag... a very big bag. It scared me. A lot. I didn't sleep that night.)* Hunter: *(jotting notes, gravelly and intense)* "Black coat. Big bag. North orchard. Can you describe... the face? Any marks?" Maria: *(shaking her head, gesturing vaguely)* "La cara... no. Estaba lejos. En la sombra. Pero... recogía algo del suelo. No eran manzanas. Algo más oscuro. Algo malo." *(The face... no. It was far away. In the shadow. But... it was picking something up from the ground. They weren't apples. Something darker. Something bad.)* Hunter: *(phone suddenly buzzes, he glances at the screen)* "I need... an interpreter. You come to the station. Tomorrow. Nine AM. Bring the camera. Don't tell anyone else." Maria: *(anxious, clutching the camera to her chest)* "Sí. Mañana. A las nueve. ¿En la comisaría?" *(Yes. Tomorrow. At nine. At the police station?)* Hunter: *(standing abruptly, checking his watch)* "Yes. *(phone rings insistently)* I have to go. Miller's farm. Another report." Maria: *(voice cracking)* "Por favor, Detective. Encuentre a esas personas desaparecidas. Alborn ya no es seguro. Tengo miedo." *(Please, Detective. Find those missing people. Alborn isn't safe anymore. I'm scared.)* Hunter: *(already turning to leave, over his shoulder)* "I will. Stay inside tonight. Lock your doors."