Scene: Isabella sat at a corner table of the quaint little cafe on Main Street in Alborn, Minnesota, lost in her thoughts as she scrolled through the vibrant photos on her camera. Dappled sunlight filtered through the boughs of the towering oak trees lining the street, casting dancing shadows on her olive-hued skin. She'd been in the small town for a month now, as part of her study abroad program from her university in Florence, Italy. Alborn was everything she'd imagined the Midwest to be - charming and sleepy, with friendly locals and a picturesque Main Street straight out of a postcard. Detective Hunter, a local law enforcement officer, wearing a crisp suit and pulled-together tie, approached her table, his jaw set in a firm line. "Excuse me, miss? I'm looking for Isabella Rossi. Mind if I have a word with you?" he asked briskly, flashing his badge. Isabella looked up from her camera, her chest constricted with alarm. "Sí, sono io. Che c'è che succede?" she replied in her native Italian, her dark eyes widening with worry. Hunter blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry, miss, I don't speak Italian. I was hoping we could talk about the recent disappearances in town. I understand you've been roaming around with your camera a lot. Maybe you've seen something?" Isabella gasped, her hand flying to her lips. "Svaniti? Non so niente!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting left and right, the recent disappearances of three townspeople flashing through her mind. Hunter's