Isabella sat alone at an outdoor cafe table, gazing pensively at her sleek camera resting in her lap. The early autumn breeze tousled her raven hair. She was supposed to be out photographing the picturesque streets of Alborn, but her mind was elsewhere, haunted by the disturbing events that had transpired the night before. Detective Hunter approached the table with purposeful strides. His tall frame and stern face made passersby do a double-take. "Excuse me miss, I'm Detective Hunter with Alborn PD. Do you have a moment?" Isabella looked up sharply, surprised by the abrupt question. She timidly nodded and gestured to the empty chair across from her with a quick flourish of her hands. "Heard about another missing person last night? Whole town is on edge," Hunter said gruffly, perching on the edge of the chair and leaning forward. "Saw you leaving the Bell Venue around the same time. Walked right past my cruiser. Any idea what happened?" "È stato... ho dovuto portarlo all'ospedale. Non so cosa sia successo!" Isabella cried out in Italian, voice quavering. "È stata una notte orribile. Mi sono sentita così inerme, così... così disperata." Hunter ran a frustrated hand through his short, sandy hair. "Ma'am, look, I'm trying to piece this together here. Need you to work with me. English? Si?" Isabella shook her head rapidly, eyes wide. "Scusi, detective, ma non la capisco. Non so l'inglese." The detective let out a ragged sigh. This wasn't going to be easy. "Alright, alright... you saw something, didn't you? Anything that could help? Authoritative gestures are great." He held up his hands as if spelling out a word. "Gestiiii..." Isabella mimicked, frowning. She pointed a delicate finger to her head. "Uomo... molto, molto malato. Sanguinava." Hunter nodded slowly. That was something. "Did you see where he went? Or anyone else that night?" "Non conosco... Soltanto che dovevo portarlo all'ospedale. Volevo aiutarlo. Ma poi... poi tutto è scomparso." "What disappeared?" Hunter urged, realizing she was growing more agitated. Isabella began shaking her head again, eyes conveying deep fear. "Non so... era tutto così confuso. Ho avuto paura. Tanta paura." She reached into her purse and pulled out a crumpled business card, thrusting it at Hunter. "Ho cercato di chiamare, ma il numero non risponde. Forse lei ha fortuna." Hunter took the card and his eyes widened as he read it - Dr. Emil Hart, Forensic Psychiatrist. Hart had provided some counseling when he first transitioned from active duty. "Thank you, Isabella," the detective said kindly. "This could be important. I'll look into it." The sound of his ringing phone broke the tense moment. "Be right back - important call," Hunter said as he answered. "This is Detective Hunter." Isabella watched him pace anxiously, voice low and urgent. She gripped her camera tighter, wondering if her night of terror was truly over... or only beginning. The secrets of this odd town were starting to unfurl.