Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7WTGY52A4K111H8DPRB2N

**Isabella:** *"Scusi... non capisco. Chi cerca?"* (Sorry... I don’t understand. Who is looking?) **Hunter:** *leans in, squinting.* "Have you seen the posters? Missing persons. I need info on where they were last seen. You speak English?" **Isabella:** *shakes head rapidly, clutching her camera.* *"No... inglese? Solo italiano."* (No... English? Only Italian.) **Hunter:** *sighs, gestures to the town.* "The festival. Did anyone act strange here? Shopkeepers? Visitors?" **Isabella:** *voice trembling.* *"Sì... l’uomo vicino al fiume. Gridava... qualcosa su mele marce."* (Yes... the man by the river. He was shouting... something about rotten apples.) **Hunter:** *stiffens.* "Rotten apples? When? Show me." **Isabella:** *slumps, staring at her coffee.* *"Due notti fa... e non l’ho più visto."* (Two nights ago... and I saw him no more.) **Hunter:** *pulls out phone, hesitates.* "You’re sure? This could help—" **Isabella:** *abruptly stands, dropping coins on the table.* *"Per favore... non andare laggiù. È pericoloso."* (Please... don’t go there. It’s dangerous.) **Hunter:** *phone rings insistently.* "Detective Hunter. Copy that." *to her:* "I’ve got to go. Someone’s found a—" *pauses, meets her panicked eyes.* "Tell me where you took those photos." **Isabella:** *backs away, camera held to her chest.* *"Non capisci... qualcosa lo protegge."* (You don’t understand... something protects it.) **Hunter:** *murmurs into phone,* "Location: Riverbend Café. Possible lead." *to her:* "Wait—what protects *what*?" **Isabella:** *shakes her head, retreating.* *"Vai. Presto."* (Go. Quickly.) **Hunter:** *grits teeth, walks away, phone pressed to his ear.* "Yeah, dispatch. Send the translator. And a uniforms to the river."