Isabella: (Hums an Italian tune, fingers dancing over the camera's screen, reviewing a stunning shot of a sun-drenched apple orchard.) "Mmm, perfetto." Hunter: (Approaches the table, a serious expression on his face. He clears his throat.) "Excuse me, ma'am? Mind if I ask you a few questions about the… recent events in Alborn?" Isabella: (Looks up, her eyes wide and troubled. She clutches her camera slightly tighter.) "Oh mio Dio... È stato... è stato terribile. Non riesco a crederci che sia successo qui. È come un incubo." (Oh my God... It was... it was terrible. I can’t believe it happened here. It’s like a nightmare.) Hunter: (Frowns, completely lost. He tries to smile reassuringly, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.) "I... I'm sorry, I don't follow. I need to ask you about what you might have seen, or if you heard anything unusual a few nights ago." Isabella: (Shakes her head, her voice trembling.) "No, no, non ho… Non ho visto niente di specifico. Solo… solo la sua assenza. La gente… la gente è così triste. E spaventata." (No, no, I didn’t… I didn’t see anything specific. Only… only his absence. The people… the people are so sad. And scared.) Hunter: (Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.) "Okay... I appreciate you trying. I really do. But I need to understand what you're saying. Are you… are you a witness? Did you see anyone leave the area around the old mill? Or perhaps someone acting suspicious near the festival grounds?" Isabella: (Tears well up in her eyes, her lower lip trembling.) "No. Solo... solo il silenzio. E il vento che fischiava. Ed era così freddo. Ho sentito... ho sentito un grido, forse. Ma era così lontano. Non sono sicura." (No. Only… only the silence. And the wind whistling. And it was so cold. I heard… I heard a scream, maybe. But it was so far away. I’m not sure.) Hunter: (Looks even more confused, his brow furrowed with frustration. He pulls out a small notepad.) "A scream? You heard a scream? Can you tell me… where you were exactly? And when this was?" Isabella: (Gestures vaguely around her, then to her camera.) "Ero... ero qui, vicino al fiume. Scattavo fotografie. Il… il tramonto. Ero sola. E poi… il silenzio ha inghiottito tutto." (I was… I was here, near the river. Taking photographs. The… the sunset. I was alone. And then… the silence swallowed everything.) Hunter: (A chime from his pocket interrupts their strained conversation. He pulls out his phone, his expression instantly serious.) "Hold on." (He listens for a moment, his eyes scanning the cafe, then back to Isabella.) "Understood. I'm on my way." Hunter: (Looks at Isabella, a flicker of apology in his eyes.) "Look, I'm really sorry. I have to go. Something just came up. I appreciate you taking the time. I'll... I'll try to find someone to help us talk later." Isabella: (Nods slowly, still looking troubled, but a faint understanding of his departure crosses her face.) "Va bene. Spero... spero che troviate quello che cercate." (It’s alright. I hope... I hope you find what you're looking for.)