Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5M2YTNG635KZQNYA5DAYF

Isabella: *[muttering to herself in Italian, scrolling through photos on her camera]* Mamma mia... questo non ha senso. Era proprio qui... (My goodness... this makes no sense. He was right here...) Hunter: Excuse me, miss? Isabella, right? Detective Miller. I understand you were at the orchard yesterday afternoon, around the time Mr. Henderson was last seen. Isabella: *[looks up, startled. Her expression grows anxious]* Il signore con il cappello? Sì, sì, io... ho scattato qualche foto. Ma poi... è successo qualcosa di strano. (The man with the hat? Yes, yes, I... I took some pictures. But then... something strange happened.) Hunter: *[squints, confused by the rapid Italian]* I’m going to need you to slow down. English. Do you speak English? Did you see anything unusual? Isabella: *[shakes her head, frustrated she can't explain. She speaks more emphatically]* No, no English. Mi dispiace. Ma la luce... la luce era sbagliata. C'era una nebbia, ma non era nebbia! (No, no English. I'm sorry. But the light... the light was wrong. There was a mist, but it wasn't mist!) Hunter: Look, I don't understand a word you're saying. A mist? Fog? Was there fog? *[He makes a swirling gesture with his hand]* Fog? Isabella: *[nods vigorously, then points to her camera and makes a "poof" gesture with her hands]* Sì, ma... come un respiro. E poi... vuoto. Niente. L'ho visto, ma la mia macchina fotografica... non lo vede. (Yes, but... like a breath. And then... empty. Nothing. I saw him, but my camera... it doesn't see him.) Hunter: *[Running a hand over his face in frustration]* Camera. Photos. *[He points to her camera]* Can I see the photos? Isabella: *[She understands the gesture and hands him the camera, her hand trembling slightly]* Certo. Guardi. Prima lui è lì... e dopo... dopo non c'è più. È sparito. (Of course. Look. First he is there... and after... after he is no more. He vanished.) *[Hunter begins scrolling through the photos. His phone rings loudly in his pocket.]* Hunter: Miller... *[He listens, his expression turning grim]* What? Where? Alright. On my way. Ten minutes. *[He hands the camera back to Isabella, his mind already elsewhere]* Hunter: I have to go. Don't... leave town. And find someone who speaks English. We need to talk. Isabella: *[Watches him hurry away, clutching her camera to her chest]* Ha ragione... qualcosa di molto sbagliato succede in questa città. (He's right... something very wrong is happening in this town.)