Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXHP4RET99M0BYH24Y0YAK

Isabella: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through photos)* "Eccola... no, questa è troppo scura. Dov'è quella della vecchia fattoria...?" Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?" Isabella: *(startled, looking up)* "Oh! Mi scusi, non—non l'avevo vista arrivare." Hunter: "...I'll take that as a yes. You were near Miller's Road two nights ago, is that right? Couple folks said they saw a young woman with a camera." Isabella: "La macchina fotografica, sì, sì—io fotografo sempre il paesaggio. Ma quella notte... ho visto qualcosa di strano. C'era una luce, e poi un uomo che correva tra gli alberi." Hunter: "Whoa, slow down. I'm not following a word of that. You speak any English at all?" Isabella: *(growing agitated, hands trembling slightly)* "Non capisce? Per favore, è importante! Quella notte è scomparso qualcuno, vero? L'ho letto—lo sento. Ho paura." Hunter: "Hey—easy. You're shaking. Did something happen out there? Did somebody hurt you?" Isabella: "No, no... non a me. Ma ho visto. Ho visto tutto e nessuno mi crede perché non parlo la vostra lingua!" *(she clutches the camera to her chest)* Hunter: *(softening, crouching slightly to her level)* "Alright. I don't understand the words, but I get the picture. You saw something, didn't you. Something that scared you." Isabella: *(nodding rapidly, eyes wide)* "Sì! Sì, esatto. Le foto—" *(turning the camera toward him)* "—guardi, guardi qui!" Hunter: *(leaning in to look at the screen)* "...That's Miller's barn. And that—what is that, a figure? Hold on, can you—" *(Hunter's phone rings sharply. He straightens, holding up a finger.)* Hunter: "Hunter. ...Yeah. ...Where? ...No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way." *(he pockets the phone, jaw tight)* "I gotta go. Listen—" *(he points firmly at the camera, then at her)* "Don't lose that. Those pictures. You understand? Stay put. I'm coming back." Isabella: "Aspetti—non se ne vada! Per favore!" Hunter: *(already walking, calling over his shoulder)* "I'll find someone who speaks Italian. Just—stay here, okay? Stay." Isabella: *(quietly, to herself, clutching the camera)* "...Torni. La prego, torni."