Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EN1A3E5MKE62ST85C46DHX

The midday light in Alborn’s small café barely reached Isabella’s table, where she sat with her camera pressed close to her chest, her fingers trembling ever so slightly against the lens. When Hunter approached—badge visible, posture rigid—she looked up with wide, frightened eyes and began to speak in rapid, broken Italian, her voice shaking. Hunter tried to ask about the recent disappearances linked to the town’s annual apple festival, but her words washed over him as pure noise. He raised a hand, confused, gesturing for her to slow down, but she only clutched her camera tighter and spoke again, more distressed, describing a scream near the river and a man in a gray jacket who had asked about her photos. By then, Hunter’s phone buzzed sharply; he glanced at it, apologized with a nod, and left her with a direct order to find an interpreter, though she only nodded back in tearful Italian, still not understanding a word he’d said. Isabella: "Non so da dove iniziare... tutto qui è molto strano dopo il festival delle mele. Sono molto scossa." Hunter: "Strange? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating disappearances in Alborn—did something happen at the apple festival?" Isabella: "Sì... ho visto un uomo. Non apparteneva a questa città. Vicino al parco, accanto al fiume. Mi ha chiesto della mia macchina fotografica. Poi, dopo, ho sentito un grido... le persone scomparse. Non capisco perché." Hunter: "You saw a stranger near the park, by the river? Asking about your camera? Look, you're speaking Italian—right? I don't know Italian. Are you saying people disappeared after the festival?" Isabella: "Scomparse! Sì, scomparse. Ho visto un uomo alto, con una giacca grigia. Non ricordo il suo volto, ma... ho paura. Le mani tremano. Non posso muovermi." Hunter: "A tall man, gray jacket—okay, I'm pulling this together. Did he say anything else? Was he at the event?" Isabella: "Il festival era bello, ma poi... silenzio. Una voce, poi niente. Non posso dire di più. È troppo confuso, tutto insieme." Hunter: "A scream, then silence? Okay. I need to leave—my phone's ringing—but stay here. If you remember anything else, tell the café owner; they can translate. Gray jacket, camera, river, after the festival." Isabella: "Per favore... aiuti chi è scomparso. È molto pericoloso qui. Non parlo inglese, ma... grazie, detective. Arrivederci." Hunter: "I'm not sure I got all of that, but stay safe, Isabella. Find someone who can translate—this matters."