Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFBXYKYZ929E73PMQSSNFV0

Isabella: *muttering, eyes fixed on her camera screen, voice trembling* "Dove sei, ragazza mia… perché nessuno la vede?" (Translation: Where are you, my girl… why can’t anyone see her?) Hunter: *approaching the outdoor cafe table, boots scuffing the wooden deck, leaning against the edge with his badge half-out to identify himself, no-nonsense tone* "Excuse me. Isabella? I’m Detective Hunter with the St. Louis County Sheriff’s Department. A witness put you at the old Miller’s Cider Orchard last Wednesday, the same day 17-year-old Mia Carter vanished. I need to ask you what you saw out there that day." Isabella: *jumps, head snapping up, face draining of color, holding her camera tight to her chest, voice shaking as she rambles in rapid Italian* "Non ero sicura all’inizio, pensavo fosse un gioco, poi ho visto lei piangere, lui le ha messo un panno sulla bocca! Ho provato a correre giù dalla collina ma ero troppo lontana, il furgone è andato via prima che arrivassi. Ho una foto, ma è sfocata, non riesco a leggere la targa." (Translation: I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it was a game, then I saw her crying, he put a cloth over her mouth! I tried to run down the hill but I was too far, the van drove off before I got there. I have a photo, but it’s blurry, I can’t read the license plate.) Hunter: *blinks, confused, holding up a hand to slow her down, voice sharp with frustration that he can’t understand* "Whoa, slow down, I don’t speak any Italian. I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Can you… can you show me? Is that Mia on your camera? Point to what you’re talking about, I need to piece this together—another kid went missing last night." Isabella: *leans forward, shoving her camera across the table to show him the blurry frame of a white van peeling out of a dirt orchard road, voice rising with panic* "L’ha portata via! Quel furgone, quello lì! Ho paura che mi abbia vista, che sia venuto a cercare anche me. Ero lassù sulla collina per fotografare il tramonto sulle mele per il festival, non volevo vedere niente di tutto questo." (Translation: He took her! That van, that one right there! I’m scared he saw me, that he’ll come for me too. I was up on the hill to photograph the sunset over the apple orchard for the festival, I didn’t want to see any of this.) Hunter: *leans in, squinting at the camera screen, still lost on most of what she said, fumbling for his phone in his jacket pocket to pull up a translation app* "Wait, the app’s loading, just give me one second, cell service out here is garbage—" *Hunter’s phone blares a sharp ringtone, he yanks it up, sees the sheriff’s number on the screen, his jaw tightening* Hunter: "Shit, that’s my partner. Wait, don’t you leave this cafe, okay? I’m gonna grab Mrs. Gonzalez from the bodega down the street, she speaks Spanish, maybe you two can figure out a way to communicate, I’ll be right back—" *he answers the phone as he turns to jog to his car, barking into the receiver* "Hunter here. What’s that? Another hiker found a backpack by the north woods? I’m enroute now." Isabella: *stares after him, helpless, clutching her camera to her chest, whispering* "Non capisce niente. E se viene per me adesso?" (Translation: He doesn’t understand anything. What if he comes for me right now?)