**Isabella:** (Muttering to herself in Italian, her voice soft and worried as she scrolls through photos on her camera's display) "No... no, non è possibile. L'ombra... dove è andata?" **Hunter:** (Approaching the table, his voice is low but firm, professional) "Excuse me, ma'am? Mind if I have a word?" **Isabella:** (Looks up, startled, her eyes wide. She clutches the camera to her chest.) "Mi scusi? Non capisco." **Hunter:** (Pulls out his badge briefly) "Detective Hunter, Alborn Police. I'm asking folks if they saw anything unusual down by the old cider mill last night. You're a new face in town." **Isabella:** (Her face pales at the mention of the mill. Her words come out in a rushed, trembling whisper.) "Il mulino... oh, mio Dio, sì, ero lì! Ho visto un uomo... un'ombra nel buio. Gridava. C'era un rumore terribile, come qualcosa che si rompe." **Hunter:** (Frowns, holding up a hand.) "Whoa, slow down. I don't... speak Italian. Do you speak any English? English?" **Isabella:** (Shakes her head, frustrated. She points to herself.) "Isabella. Italiana. No English." (She taps her camera desperately, her hands shaking.) "La foto... ho provato a fare una foto!" **Hunter:** (Leans in, trying to understand her gestures. He mimics holding a camera to his eye.) "A photo? You took a photo at the mill?" **Isabella:** (Nods vigorously, her brow furrowed with worry. She turns the camera around and scrolls to a picture. It's dark, blurry, taken in haste. It shows the silhouette of a figure near the water wheel, partially obscured by mist.) "Vede? Lì! Era buio, ma c'era qualcuno. E poi... è sparito. Ho avuto tanta paura." **Hunter:** (Squints at the small screen. It's not much, but it's more than a ghost story. It’s a presence.) "I see a shadow, alright. That's more than anyone else has given me. Did you see a face? A car?" **Isabella:** (Shakes her head again, her expression one of helpless regret.) "Niente. Troppo veloce. Solo il buio e... il freddo. Un freddo terribile." (She shivers, rubbing her arms as if recalling the chill.) **Hunter:** (His phone buzzes sharply. He answers, his tone shifting to pure business.) "Hunter... Yeah... Where? Okay, seal it off. Don't let anyone near it. I'm on my way." (He hangs up, his jaw tight.) **Hunter:** (He looks back at Isabella, his gaze intense. He pulls a business card from his wallet and slides it across the table.) "Look, Isabella. I have to go. But this is important." (He taps the camera, then points to the card.) "Photo. Police. Find someone who speaks English and Italian. A translator. You understand? Translate." **Isabella:** (She picks up the card, looking from his grim face to the official crest. The gravity of the situation settles on her. She nods slowly, her voice barely audible.) "...Sì. Capisco. Traduttore. Importante."