Isabella: (speaks in Italian) "Ci sei stato, Hunter. Non sapeva che succedeva ancora. Sono sconcertata e scossa dall'ultimo evento." Hunter: (pulls out a notepad and jots down her words) "Erm... I don't understand what you're saying. English, please?" Isabella: (switches to broken English) "You were involved, Hunter. I didn't know anymore disappearances happened. I'm shocked and upset by the latest occurrence." Hunter: (frowns) "Disappearances? What are you talking about, Isabella?" Isabella: (gestures to a bulletin board with missing person flyers) "Those... people. They're gone, and nobody seems to know what happened to them." Hunter: (studies the posters) "I've never heard of this before. Do the locals know anything?" Isabella: (shakes her head) "No, they're just as mystified as I am. I try to take pictures of the town, you know, for my photography, but it's hard to feel anything without knowing what's going on." Hunter: (nods) "Okay. I'll look into this. Thank you, Isabella." Isabella: (smiles weakly) "Thanks for listening, Hunter. Maybe knowing someone cares can help ease the fear a little." As Hunter walks away, Isabella returns to her camera, feeling somewhat comforted by their conversation, if only for a brief moment. In the background, the sound of laughter at the annual apple festival fills the streets of Alborn, MN, a stark contrast to the mysterious goings-on that are turning the town's peaceful atmosphere unsettling. Isabella: (whispers to herself, still holding her camera) "How can such joy coexist with such darkness?" -end scene-