Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94X7VYAHYD3ZG3AWMDRAKX

**Isabella:** (*Her eyes fixed on the camera's display, brow furrowed with a troubled intensity, a half-eaten pastry forgotten beside her.*) Oh, mio Dio… **Hunter:** (*Approaching her table with a measured stride, his gaze sharp beneath the brim of his hat.*) Excuse me, ma'am? My name is Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearances that have been plaguing Alborn lately. I noticed you're often out and about with your camera, capturing the scenery. Did you, by any chance, see anything unusual yesterday afternoon? Perhaps near the old cannery road? **Isabella:** (*Startled, she looks up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and recognition. She clutches her camera tighter, her voice trembling as she speaks rapidly in Italian.*) Oh, mio Dio, sì! Terribile! Ho visto... non riesco ancora a credere che sia successo! Ero lì, sì, con la mia macchina fotografica... pensavo di fotografare le nuvole, ma poi... È stato così spaventoso! Non capisco cosa sia successo dopo, ma... **Hunter:** (*His brow furrowing in confusion, he holds up a hand, trying to slow her torrent of words.*) Whoa, whoa, slow down. I'm sorry, I don't... I don't speak Italian. Do you... do you speak any English? I just need to know if you saw something. *Something* specific yesterday. **Isabella:** (*Shakes her head, tears welling slightly. She gestures wildly, trying to convey her distress, then points at her camera and makes a sweeping motion with her hand, indicating a view. She repeats, her voice still shaken.*) No English... Mi dispiace. Ma io... Io ho visto! Con la mia macchina fotografica. È stato un... un incubo! **Hunter:** (*Sighs, runs a hand over his chin. He tries a new approach, speaking slowly, clearly articulating each word.*) You... saw. Something. Important. With... your camera? Yesterday? *He points to her camera, then makes a questioning gesture around town.* **Isabella:** (*Nods vigorously, her face still etched with worry. She fumbles with her camera, trying to show him the display, but it’s just a landscape; the troubling image is either in her mind or not easily visible. She speaks again, a desperate plea in her voice.*) Sì! Sì! La foto... non è chiara, ma... c'è qualcosa... Voglio solo capire cosa è successo! È così... così spaventoso vivere qui adesso. **Hunter:** (*Stares at the seemingly innocent landscape photo, then back at her frantic expression, completely lost in translation. He pinches the bridge of his nose, the no-nonsense demeanor momentarily replaced by sheer frustration. He's about to try another basic question when his phone rings sharply, pulling him from the linguistic deadlock. He checks the caller ID, his expression instantly hardening.*) Excuse me. **Isabella:** (*Watches him, her gaze still troubled, hoping he might understand something more.*) **Hunter:** (*Answers curtly, turning slightly away from Isabella.*) Hunter. ... What? You're certain? ... Are you there now? ... I'm on my way. Be there in five. (*He snaps his phone shut, stuffing it back into his pocket. He turns back to Isabella, his urgency palpable, though his words are still useless to her.*) I'm sorry. I really have to go, this is... this is urgent. We'll have to try again. I'll... I'll find someone who can translate. **Isabella:** (*Watches him leave, her shoulders slumping slightly, her distressed Italian words still hanging in the air unspoken.*)