Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W280VST49MXWX5HWRQ2V9

Isabella: *(quietly, flipping through photos on her camera)* Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter Briggs. I need to ask you a few questions about the lights people reported seeing near the old mill last night. Were you in that area?" Isabella: *(looks up startled, clutches her camera to her chest)* "Il mulino? Sì, sì, c'ero io... Madonna, non avrei dovuto andarci. Ho visto qualcosa — qualcosa che non riesco a spiegare. Le luci erano ovunque e poi... poi quella persona è semplicemente scomparsa davanti ai miei occhi." Hunter: "I... I'm sorry, I don't understand. Do you speak English?" Isabella: *(shakes head quickly)* "No, no inglese. Mi dispiace." *(holds up camera and turns the screen toward him, showing a blurry, unsettling photo of strange lights near a dark structure)* Hunter: "Hey, wait — is that the mill? You were there?" *(points at the photo, then at her)* "You. There. Last night?" Isabella: *(nods vigorously, eyes wide)* "Sì! Proprio così! Ho scattato queste foto e poi ho visto un uomo — alto, con un cappotto scuro — e poi... sparito. Come se non fosse mai esistito." *(snaps her fingers)* "Così. Sparito." Hunter: *(leans in closer to the camera screen, squinting)* "I can't make out a thing in this light. Can you — can you send these to me?" *(mimes typing on a phone)* Isabella: *(tilts her head, confused, then seems to understand the gesture)* "Ah — il telefono?" *(pulls out her phone tentatively)* Hunter: *(grabs a card from his jacket and slides it across the table)* "My email. Send them there." Isabella: *(picks up the card, reads it carefully, then looks back at him with frightened eyes)* "Detective..." *(points at the card, then at the photos)* "Questo posto è pericoloso. Non so come dirtelo, ma... stai attento." *(grips her camera tightly, knuckles whitening)* Hunter: "You look scared. Whatever you saw out there —" *(pauses, studying her expression)* "I believe you." Isabella: *(seems to understand the tone if not the words, exhales slowly)* "Ho paura. Sì." *(touches her heart)* "Paura." Hunter: "Yeah. Me too, honestly." *(straightens up and taps the card in her hand)* "Those photos — please." Isabella: "Sì, sì, te le mando. Promesso." Hunter: *(his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He glances at the screen and his jaw tightens)* "I have to go." *(points firmly at the card again)* "Email. Tonight." Isabella: "Stai andando al mulino adesso? Aspetta —" *(half rises from her chair, reaching toward him)* "Non andarci da solo, ti prego—" Hunter: *(already pressing the phone to his ear, holds up one hand in a brief wave)* "Thank you, miss. Stay safe." Isabella: *(sinks back into her chair, watching him stride out the door, then looks back down at the photo on her camera screen and whispers)* "Che Dio ti protegga."