Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCWCDF9X66TW9PGQ9R2475F

Isabella: "..." [She quietly flips through the photos on her camera's small LCD screen, pausing on a shot of the fog rolling over the apple orchards, her thumb trembling slightly.] Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit? I’m Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the commotion down by the old cider mill last night, and a couple of folks said they saw you taking pictures in the area right around eight o'clock." Isabella: "Oh... buongiorno? Scusi, non ho capito bene. Chi è lei?" [She looks up, her eyes wide with lingering fear, instinctively clutching the camera tightly against her chest.] Hunter: "Uh, right. Look, I just need a quick statement. Did you see anyone suspicious hanging around the tree line? Tall guy, dark jacket? Anyone who looked like they didn't belong?" Isabella: "È successo qualcosa di terribile, vero? Ho visto... ho visto un'ombra. Qualcuno stava trascinando qualcosa verso il bosco, ma c'era troppa nebbia. Avevo paura di avvicinarmi..." [She speaks rapidly, her voice shaking, pointing a trembling finger toward the northern edge of town.] Hunter: "Whoa, slow down. I don't speak... whatever language that is. French? Spanish? Look, I just need a simple yes or no. Did you see a man near the mill? *Uomo*? *Mill*?" [He makes a vague, frustrated gesture with his hands, trying to mimic a building, his brow furrowed in complete confusion.] Isabella: "Non so cosa dice! Ma guardi, guardi qui!" [She frantically turns the camera toward him and taps the screen, pointing at a blurry, dark shape silhouetted against the orchard trees.] "Lì! C'era qualcuno! Ho sentito anche un grido, ma non capivo le parole!" Hunter: "Listen, lady, pointing at a blurry smudge on a tiny screen isn't helping me much if you can't tell me what I'm looking at. Is that a bear? A shadow? A guy in a coat? I need details, not frantic hand-waving." Isabella: "Mio Dio, ma perché non capisce? Quel posto è pericoloso! Non dovrebbe andare lì da solo, quell'uomo... era spaventoso!" [She puts a hand over her heart, breathing heavily, trying to convey the danger through her desperate, pleading expression.] Hunter: "Okay, clearly we’re getting nowhere fast. I’m going to need to find someone at the diner who can translate whatever it is you're—" [He is interrupted by the loud, sharp ringing of his phone. He pulls it from his belt and snaps it open.] "Hunter. Speak to me." Hunter: "What? Where? ...Damn it. Lock down the perimeter, I'm two minutes away." [He snaps the phone shut and glares down the street, his posture stiffening into military efficiency.] Hunter: "Duty calls. Stay right here, miss. Don't leave town. I'm going to bring someone back who can actually understand what you're babbling about." Isabella: "Se ne va? Ma mi ascolti! La prego, stia attento!" [She starts to rise from her chair, watching him anxiously as he turns on his heel.] Hunter: "Yeah, yeah. Hold that thought." [He nods curtly, completely misinterpreting her warning, and jogs off toward his cruiser.]