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The morning mist still clung to the cobblestone-style bricks of the Alborn town square, scenting the air with damp earth and the faint, sugary promise of the upcoming apple festival. Isabella sat at a small wrought-iron table outside *The Orchard Café*, her fingers tracing the sleek edge of her Nikon. She wasn't looking at the picturesque view of the rolling Minnesota hills; instead, she was staring at the digital playback of a photo she had taken near the edge of the woods an hour ago. In the corner of the frame, partially obscured by a thicket of ferns, was something that didn't belong. A scrap of fabric. A discarded shoe. It looked too much like the things the locals were whispering about in hushed tones. A heavy shadow fell across her table. Isabella looked up, blinking against the sudden lack of sunlight. A man stood there, built like a fortress and wearing a tan jacket that looked lived-in. His eyes were sharp, scanning her not with curiosity, but with the practiced scrutiny of someone looking for a lead. "Excuse me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I don't mean to interrupt your breakfast, but I noticed you were out by the North Trail earlier. Did you see anything unusual near the old creek bed?" Isabella felt a jolt of panic. She looked at the camera, then back at his stern face. The words came out in a rush, fueled by the adrenaline of what she had captured on film. "Non so se sia giusto dirlo," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Era... era terribile. Ho visto qualcosa che non doveva essere lì. Mi sento come se qualcuno mi stesse osservando da dietro gli alberi." Hunter stood frozen. He leaned in slightly, his brow furrowing into a deep V. He waited for the English translation, but the silence stretched on, filled only by the distant clinking of coffee spoons from inside the cafe. "I'm sorry," Hunter said, his tone tightening with frustration. "Do you speak English? I just need to know if you saw anything out by the creek." Isabella shook her head, her eyes wide. She pointed toward the woods, then back to her camera, her hands shaking. "Ho paura. Non voglio restare qui da sola." Hunter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't a man built for linguistic puzzles; he was a man built for facts and evidence. "Look, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... disappearances. If you saw something, even if you can't explain it, I need to know." Isabella stared at him, realizing the wall between them was absolute. She reached for her camera, intending to show him the photo, but before she could turn it around, a sharp, rhythmic buzzing erupted from Hunter’s pocket. He pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and his entire demeanor shifted from confused to combat-ready. "I have to go," he said, his voice clipping the words short. He gave her a curt, apologetic nod that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Stay in the populated areas. Don't wander off alone." He turned on his heel and strode away toward his cruiser, leaving Isabella alone with her racing heart and a photograph that felt like a curse. *** **Voice Sheet** Isabella: "Non so se sia giusto dirlo. Era... era terribile. Ho visto qualcosa che non doveva essere lì. Mi sento come se qualcuno mi stesse osservando da dietro gli alberi." Hunter: "Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt your breakfast, but I noticed you were out by the North Trail earlier. Did you see anything unusual near the old creek bed?" Hunter: "I'm sorry. Do you speak English? I just need to know if you saw anything out by the creek." Hunter: "Look, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some... disappearances. If you saw something, even if you can't explain it, I need to know." Isabella: "Ho paura. Non voglio restare qui da sola." Hunter: "I have to go. Stay in the populated areas. Don't wander off alone."