Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSJQ26TKZE36GBKR32GTJPS

Isabella: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through her camera)* "Non riesco a credere a quello che ho visto... era proprio lì, dietro il vecchio mulino..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night." Isabella: *(startled, clutching her camera)* "Oh—mi scusi, non l'avevo vista. Detective? Sì, certo... ma io... non so se posso aiutarla." Hunter: "I'll take that as a yes. You were down by the orchard road yesterday evening, weren't you? Few people mentioned a young woman with a camera." Isabella: *(eyes widening, voice trembling)* "Il frutteto, sì... ero lì a fotografare il tramonto. E poi ho visto qualcosa... qualcosa che non avrei mai voluto vedere." Hunter: *(frowning, leaning in)* "I'm not... following you. You're saying you saw something? Can you—slow down. Do you speak any English at all?" Isabella: *(shaking her head, growing more agitated)* "No, no, non parlo inglese. Per favore, deve guardare le foto—guardi! C'era un uomo, e una macchina scura, e poi è sparito tutto!" Hunter: "Whoa, easy. I can't understand a word you're saying. Italian, right?" *(rubbing his temple)* "Of all the days for the translator to call in sick." Isabella: *(pushing the camera toward him with shaking hands)* "Guardi qui! Le immagini! È tutto registrato! Capisce? Capisce quello che voglio dire?" Hunter: *(taking the camera carefully, studying the screen)* "These photos... this is the old mill. And this—what is this, a vehicle? Hold on. This might actually be something." Isabella: *(nodding emphatically, near tears)* "Sì! Sì! Finalmente! Quell'uomo... aveva qualcosa nelle mani, e c'era una persona che... oh Dio, avevo così paura." Hunter: "You're scared. That much I get." *(softening his tone)* "It's okay. You're safe now. I'm gonna need to keep these images, alright? They could help us find the missing folks." Isabella: *(wiping her eyes)* "Non capisco le sue parole, ma... i suoi occhi. Lei vuole aiutare. Lo vedo." Hunter: *(his phone buzzes; he glances at it and stiffens)* "Hold that thought." *(answering)* "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way." *(hanging up, standing abruptly)* Isabella: *(alarmed, rising slightly)* "Cosa succede? Deve andare via? Aspetti—la mia macchina fotografica!" Hunter: "I have to go. Something's come up." *(handing the camera back, then pulling out a card)* "Look—take this. My number. Find someone who speaks English, have them call me. Understand? Call." *(miming a phone to his ear)* Isabella: *(taking the card, clutching it like a lifeline)* "Chiamare... sì. Sì, ho capito. Troverò qualcuno. Lo prometto." Hunter: "Good. Stay put, stay safe." *(already backing away)* "And hang onto that camera. I think you saw a lot more than you know." Isabella: *(calling after him softly)* "Stia attento, detective... per favore, stia attento."