Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYRK8MB4VRVN2H4NE1HQVQ

The crisp autumn air of Alborn, Minnesota, smelled faintly of cinnamon and damp orchard soil. Hunter stepped into the local café, his boots heavy on the wooden floorboards. He spotted the woman—the one the locals had whispered about—sitting by the window. She was hunched over a digital camera, her brow furrowed as she swiped through a series of photos. Hunter approached, his posture rigid, his hand hovering near his badge. **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? Do you have a moment? I’m Detective Hunter. I’d like to talk to you about what happened down at the orchard yesterday." **Isabella:** (*Startled, she looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of grief and fear. She clutches the camera to her chest as if protecting a treasure.*) "Oh, Dio mio... non posso crederci. È stato terribile! Ho visto tutto attraverso l'obiettivo, le ombre... si sono portate via quella povera ragazza vestita di bianco. Non capisci? È successo così in fretta!" **Hunter:** "Look, I’m sorry, I’m not following you. I just need to know if you were in the east quadrant of the orchard around four o'clock. Did you see anyone leave the festival grounds?" **Isabella:** (*Her hands are trembling as she points to a blurry image on the camera's LCD screen, her voice rising in pitch.*) "Non guardare me, guarda la macchina! Vedi? È lì! Quell'ombra non ha volto. Ho provato a scattare, a fermare il tempo, ma... per favore, capisci! Non sono stata io, sono solo una studentessa, non volevo vedere questo incubo!" **Hunter:** (*He leans in, squinting at the screen of the digital camera, completely bewildered by the rapid-fire string of vowels and consonants.*) "Listen, I don't speak a word of that. Just—can you point to the person? Was it a man? A woman? Was he wearing a coat?" **Isabella:** (*Frustrated and on the verge of tears, she pushes the camera toward him, gesturing wildly toward the device.*) "Perché parli così tanto? Guarda l'immagine! È lì! Non puoi vederlo? È un fantasma tra gli alberi, un mostro!" **Hunter:** (*He sighs, his jaw set in a line of frustration, when his radio suddenly crackles at his hip. He taps the device, listening to a frantic report from the station.*) "Damn it... excuse me, I have to take this. Stay right there. Do not leave this town, you understand?" **Isabella:** (*She watches him step away, her heart hammering against her ribs, whispering to the empty chair.*) "Certo che resto... non posso andare da nessuna parte. Non ora."