Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9P2RY5QQGKHTEA711WXXT

The bell above the cafe door chimed softly as Hunter stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Isabella. She sat near the window, scrolling through photos on her camera's small screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. The autumn light caught the lens as she turned it, unaware of his approach. Hunter pulled out the chair across from her without asking, flipping open his notepad. --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions about last night?" **Isabella:** *(eyes widening, gripping her camera tighter)* "Cosa? Non... non capisco. Che cosa è successo ieri notte?" **Hunter:** *(pausing, confused)* "...I'm sorry, what?" **Isabella:** "Mi dispiace, io... io non parlo inglese. Sono italiana." **Hunter:** *(rubbing his temple)* "Italian. Okay. Great. Just what I needed today." **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, visibly shaken)* "Ho visto qualcosa. Ieri sera, vicino al bosco. Una luce strana, e poi... niente. È scomparso tutto." **Hunter:** "Look, I don't understand a word of that, but you seem upset. Did you see something? Was it near the woods?" *(He gestures vaguely toward the treeline outside the window.)* **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, pointing toward her camera)* "Sì, sì! Il bosco! Ho delle foto, forse... forse possono aiutare." **Hunter:** "Photos? You have photos?" *(leaning forward, pointing at the camera)* "Can I see?" **Isabella:** *(turning the camera toward him, flipping through images with trembling hands)* "Guarda, guarda qui. Questa è la luce che ho vista. E qui, vedi come l'ombra si muove? Non era normale." **Hunter:** *(squinting at the screen, clearly frustrated)* "I can see *something*, but I have no idea what you're telling me. We need a translator. This is—" *(his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket)* "Hold on." He pulls out his phone, glancing at the screen. His jaw tightens. **Hunter:** "Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way." *(He stands abruptly, pocketing the phone.)* "I have to go. Stay here—don't go anywhere. I'll get someone who speaks Italian, alright?" **Isabella:** *(standing as well, alarmed)* "Aspetta! Dove vai? È successo di nuovo? Un'altra persona?" **Hunter:** *(already moving toward the door, calling back)* "I don't know what you're saying, but I promise—someone will come talk to you soon. Stay put!" The bell chimed again as he disappeared into the gray afternoon light, leaving Isabella standing alone, her camera clutched to her chest, the photographs still glowing faintly on the screen.