Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEFKCH06XKS7RMW2C2JJYP

Hunter approaches Isabella's table at the small cafe, his serious expression at odds with the cozy atmosphere. She looks up from her camera, noticing his presence as he stands by her table. Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Sorry to bother you, but I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. Mind if I have a word?" Hunter says, his voice firm and professional. Isabella: "...Okay, I suppose..." she responds hesitantly, her Italian accent noticeable as she cautiously sets down her camera. Hunter: "I'm investigating those recent disappearances in town. Have you seen or heard anything unusual recently?" Isabella: "...No, I haven't seen anything, officer. I'm just a visiting student. I try to stay out of trouble, you know?" She speaks quickly, her hands moving nervously around her camera. Hunter: "Right, a visiting student. From Italy, isn't it? I noticed your accent. The Italian one." Isabella: "...Yes, I'm from Italy. I'm here on a study program for landscape photography. Have you always lived in Alborn?" she asks, trying to change the subject slightly as she becomes more uneasy. Hunter: "Born and raised. You've been taking photos around town, then? Any night shots or of areas that are typically quiet?" Isabella: "...I walk around at night sometimes for my photography. The town looks very beautiful in the dark, especially with the lights... But I don't like being disturbed while I'm working. I need to practice." Her voice wavers slightly with concern. Hunter: "I'm not trying to disturb you, ma'am. But if you've been out at night, you may have seen something that could help with my investigation." Isabella: "...I didn't see anything that seemed unusual... But the other night, I thought I heard something down by the old warehouse buildings. Something strange." She speaks in a low voice, leaning forward slightly. Hunter: "What do you mean 'strange'? What did you hear exactly?" Isabella: "...I can't be sure, officer. Just voices... maybe a car... but it sounded like there were lots of people there when everything around was quiet. The old building scares me. I didn't want to go closer." She wraps her arms around herself as if cold. Hunter: "That could be important. I'll need you to tell me exactly what you noticed and where. Would you be willing to come down to the station to make a formal statement?" Isabella: "...A statement? At the police station? I don't think so. I just wanted to study and photograph. I don't want to cause trouble." She shakes her head emphatically, picking up her camera protectively. Hunter: "This could be about the missing people. It's serious business." Isabella: "...I don't know anything about that, officer! I just want to finish my studies and go home." Her tone becomes more defensive and worried. As if on cue, Hunter's phone rings, and he looks down at the screen. "Excuse me, ma'am, I have to take this. But this conversation isn't over." Isabella: "...Just please let me finish my coffee in peace." She looks down at her mug, avoiding eye contact as Hunter answers his phone. Hunter: "Hunter here... Yeah? Got it. I'll be right there. Be there in ten." He puts his phone away and looks back at Isabella. "I have to go right now, but we'll talk more later. Don't leave town." Isabella: "...I'll be here for a few more weeks, officer. I have my studies and photography to finish." She finally makes eye contact, her expression resigned and concerned. Hunter stands up, giving her a direct look. "Just make sure you're available if I need to follow up. Thanks for your time." Isabella: "...Yes, goodbye." She watches as he walks away, then picks up her camera again, her hands trembling slightly as she looks through the lens.