Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE99VQP4M35TFHT31FTD2TF

The frost on the café window had begun to melt into little rivers by the time Isabella settled into her seat, scrolling through the photographs on her camera's small screen. The bell of apple pie and coffee hung warm in the air, but her fingers were unsteady as she clicked through image after image — the orchard at dawn, the mist over Alborn's fields, and then, unexpectedly, something that made her pause and frown. The chair across from her scraped against the floor as a tall man in a weathered jacket sat down without asking. His eyes were tired, his notebook already open. **Hunter:** "Morning. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Were you out near the orchard yesterday evening, around dusk?" **Isabella:** "Mi scusi... non capisco. Parla italiano?" **Hunter:** "...Italian? No — no, I don't. Look, I just need to know if you saw anyone out there. A man went missing last night. Same spot as the others." **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, clutching her camera tighter)* "Ho visto qualcosa... una luce, e poi... non lo so. Avevo paura. Non ho detto niente a nessuno." **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, frustrated but patient)* "I don't— okay. Slow down. Can you show me? Pictures. Just... show me what you saw." She hesitated, glancing at the camera, then finally turned the screen toward him. Her hand trembled as she pointed to one photo — the tree line, the fog, and a shape at the edge of the frame that could have been a person, or could have been nothing at all. **Isabella:** "Questo. L'ho fotografato senza volerlo. Non sapevo cosa fosse." **Hunter:** *(squinting at the photo, then at her)* "This... this was taken last night?" **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly)* "Sì, sì. Ieri sera. Ero spaventata. Sono corsa via." **Hunter:** "I wish I understood half of what you just said." He rubbed his temple, staring at the blurred shape in the photograph, when his phone buzzed sharply against the table. He answered without hesitation, his jaw tightening at whatever was said on the other end. **Hunter:** "Where? ...Alright. I'm on my way." He stood, pocketing his phone, then looked back at Isabella and the camera still resting in her hands. **Hunter:** "Don't go anywhere. Don't delete anything. I'll find someone who can translate — just... stay put." **Isabella:** *(uncertain, watching him rise)* "Aspetti... dove va? Cosa sta succedendo?" But he was already moving toward the door, the bell above it jingling sharply as he vanished into the gray morning, leaving Isabella alone with her camera, her fear, and the photograph she still didn't understand.