Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0TNDPPQ3E2B3KYGB3TAJ8R

Hunter: *(Approaching the corner table of the cozy Alborn Bakery, pulling out his badge briefly before sliding it back into his trench coat pocket)* "Excuse me, ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I take a second of your time?" Isabella: *(Startled, clutching her camera to her chest and looking up with wide, anxious eyes)* "Oh! Uh... mi scusi? Chi è lei? Non... non capisco. Non parlo bene l'inglese. Non lo parlo affatto." Hunter: *(Sighing, realizing he's hit a wall, his voice dropping into a gruff but calm tone)* "Right. Not local. Look, I'm investigating the disappearances around town. We had another person go missing near the apple orchards yesterday afternoon. Did you happen to be taking photos out by the south trail?" Isabella: *(Looking troubled, her eyes darting to her camera lens, her voice trembling)* "Ieri... sì, ieri ero al frutteto per fotografare i colori dell'autunno. Ma ho visto... ho visto una cosa terribile. C'era un uomo, e poi un altro... stavano litigando. C'era così tanto fango, e poi uno di loro è caduto. Ho avuto tantissima paura!" Hunter: *(Staring at her, completely blank-faced and scratching the back of his neck)* "Whoa, hold on. Slow down, lady. I don't speak... whatever language that is. Italian? Spanish? Look, I just need a simple yes or no. Did you see anything unusual?" *(He pulls a printed photo of a missing local from his pocket and slides it across the table)* "Did you see this man?" Isabella: *(Gasping as she looks at the photo, her hand flying to her mouth as tears well up in her eyes)* "Dio mio... sì! Sì, è lui! È l'uomo che è caduto. L'altro uomo... quello alto con il cappotto scuro... lo ha spinto nel vecchio deposito delle mele! È stato orribile, volevo gridare ma mi sono nascosta dietro gli alberi!" Hunter: *(Leaning in, studying her intense, terrified reaction)* "Okay, 'Sì' means yes. I know that much. You definitely recognize him. Where did you see him? Can you point? Map? Where?" Isabella: *(Pointing desperately out the window toward the northern edge of Alborn, then tapping her camera with a shaking finger)* "Lì, verso il vecchio capannone! Ho... ho scattato delle foto. La mia macchina fotografica ha registrato tutto, ma ho così tanta paura che quell'uomo mi abbia vista. Se mi trova... se sa che ho le prove..." Hunter: *(Focusing on her camera, tapping the digital screen)* "Photos? You took pictures of him? Can I see? Show me the photos. *Foto*? *Immagini*?" Isabella: *(Pulling her camera back defensively, shaking her head in a panic)* "No! No, mi dispiace, non posso! E se lei fosse d'accordo con loro? Non conosco nessuno in questa città, non so di chi fidarmi! Ho paura, mi lasci in pace!" Hunter: *(Rubbing his temples, muttering to himself)* "Damn it, I need a translator. A deputy who speaks... whatever this is." *(A sharp, loud phone ring cuts him off. He pulls out his department-issued cell phone, looking at the screen, and grunts)* "Duty calls. Hunter." *(Listening for a moment, his posture stiffening into a rigid military stance)* "What? Where?... The old packing plant by the county road? Got it. I'm three minutes away. Keep the perimeter secure." Hunter: *(Pocketing his phone, looking back at Isabella with a stern, warning expression)* "Look, lady. Don't leave this cafe. Just... stay here. *Aspetta*? No, that's Spanish. Just stay. *Stare*. I'll be back with someone who can translate. Do you understand? Stay." Isabella: *(Watching him rush out of the bakery, her voice a frightened whisper as she clutches her camera close to her chest)* "Se n'è andato... mi ha lasciata qui da sola. Quell'uomo con il cappotto scuro potrebbe essere ovunque. Devo nascondermi... devo andarmene subito da Alborn."