Isabella: "È stato terrore. Non ho mai visto nulla come quello. Il mare era una rotta di ghiaccio. E i bambini..." Hunter: "What was that, Isabella? I'm sorry, I don't understand Italian." Isabella: "I mean... Something terrible happened. I've never seen anything like it. The sea was a storm of ice. And the children..." Hunter: "Children? What do you mean?" Isabella: "The children... They were playing by the shore. And one of them... one of them fell into the water. I tried to help, but... but it was too late. They were gone." Hunter: "That's terrible. I'm so sorry. Did you see who it was?" Isabella: "No, I did not. There were too many people. I tried to shout, but no one heard me. I tried to get closer, but the ice... it was too slippery." Hunter: "I see. I'm Detective Hunter, by the way. I'm investigating a series of mysterious disappearances in Alborn." Isabella: "Disappearances? What do you mean?" Hunter: "Don't worry, Isabella. I'm going to find out who's behind this. But I need your help. I saw you near the shore. You were taking pictures. Was it the same place you saw the ice storm?" Isabella: "Yes, that was there. I was trying to capture the beauty of the town, but that day... that day was anything but beautiful." Hunter: "I understand. I'll be in touch. Here, take my card. Call me if you think of anything else." Isabella: "Okay, I will. Thank you, Detective Hunter." Hunter: "Goodbye, Isabella." Hunter walks away, pulling out his phone and making a call. Isabella looks at her camera, her expression troubled. Isabella: "You're not safe here, Hunter. The truth is not going to be found in this small town. It's hidden, deep within the hearts of these people. And I think... I think I know who it is." Hunter: "Isabella, what do you mean? Who do you think it is?" Isabella: "I can't tell you. Not yet. But I promise, I will. Just... be careful, Hunter. They won't hesitate to silence you if they think you're a threat." Hunter: "Understood. I'll be careful. Thanks, Isabella." Hunter hangs up his phone and continues walking, his mind racing with Isabella's words. He knows he has to be careful, but he also knows he has to keep going. The truth is out there, somewhere in this small town. He just has to find it.