Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1G0EKG9WJ23QMBGR87VP3B

Isabella: *(scrolling through photos on her camera, murmuring to herself)* "Non posso credere a quello che ho visto... era proprio lì, vicino al vecchio mulino." Hunter: *(approaching, pulling out a small notepad)* "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions? You been around town the last couple days?" Isabella: *(looking up, startled, eyes wide)* "Oh—mio Dio. Sì, sì, ero qui. Ho visto qualcosa di terribile vicino al fiume!" Hunter: *(frowning, pen hovering)* "I'm... gonna need you to slow down. You see something? By the river, you said?" Isabella: *(gesturing urgently at her camera)* "Guardi! Ho fatto una fotografia. C'era un uomo, e poi... è semplicemente sparito! Capisce? Sparito!" Hunter: "Ma'am, I don't—is that English? You got an accent there I can't quite place." *(leaning in to look at the camera)* "What is this? You take a picture of something?" Isabella: *(nodding frantically, pointing at the screen)* "Sì! Sì! Quest'uomo, era lì un secondo, e poi niente. Sono molto spaventata. Deve fare qualcosa!" Hunter: *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay. Okay, look. I appreciate you're trying to tell me something, but I'm not following a word of this. You speak any English at all? English?" Isabella: *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Inglese? No... no, mi dispiace. Non parlo inglese. Ma è importante, la prego! Le persone scompaiono!" Hunter: *(sighing, glancing at the camera screen again)* "Scompaiono. Huh. Wish I had Marquez here, he took Spanish in high school. This look anything like Spanish to you?" *(muttering to himself, then louder, slowly)* "Can. You. Show. Me?" Isabella: *(grabbing his sleeve, turning the camera toward him)* "Ecco! Guardi questa foto! Vede l'ombra? Vede?" Hunter: *(squinting at the image, expression shifting)* "Now hold on. That's... that's down by the old mill, isn't it? What the hell is that shadow—" *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He holds up a finger to Isabella and answers.)* Hunter: "Hunter. Yeah. What? When?" *(pause, jaw tightening)* "Another one? Christ. No, I'm on my way. Two minutes." *(hangs up, already standing)* Isabella: *(rising too, alarmed)* "Cosa? Dove va? No, aspetti! Non ho finito! Le devo mostrare—" Hunter: *(holding up both hands)* "I gotta go. Something's come up. Listen—" *(pointing at her, then the table)* "Stay. Right here. You understand? Don't move. I'll find someone who speaks... whatever this is." Isabella: *(frustrated, clutching her camera to her chest)* "Non capisco niente di quello che dice! Ma quella foto, è la chiave di tutto!" Hunter: *(already backing away toward the door)* "Right. Sure. Stay put." *(under his breath)* "What a morning." Isabella: *(sinking back into her chair, staring at the photo)* "...Tornerà. Deve tornare. Perché io so cosa ho visto."