## Scene: Cozy Cafe in Alborn, MN **INT. CAFE - DAY** Isabella, a vibrant young woman with a camera slung around her neck, sits at a table by the window, her brow furrowed as she sifts through photographs. Hunter, a tall, imposing figure in a worn leather jacket, cautiously approaches her table. He’s clearly out of his element in this charming cafe, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. **HUNTER** (Clear, but cautious) Excuse me, miss. You wouldn't happen to have seen anything unusual around here lately? Isabella looks up, startled. She's clearly nervous, her eyes darting around the cafe. **ISABELLA** (In Italian, rapid and anxious) No, no, nothing unusual. Just… just this town. It's... Her voice trails off. She visibly shivers, clutching her camera tightly. **HUNTER** (Confused) Uh… you okay? **ISABELLA** (In Italian, shaking her head) No, I'm not okay. These people... they're strange. They look at me… like I'm not supposed to be here. Hunter frowns, even more confused. He tries again. **HUNTER** (Slowly, trying to be reassuring) You… you speak English? **ISABELLA** (Shaking her head) No. Just… Italian. **HUNTER** (Frustrated) Darn. I… I really need to talk to someone about what happened. Do you… do you know anything about the disappearances? Isabella's face goes pale. Her eyes widen in fear. **ISABELLA** (In Italian, whispering) They're not gone. They're… they're hidden. Somewhere… in this town. Hunter is about to press for more information when his phone rings. He sighs and flips it open. **HUNTER** (Snapping) Yeah, what is it? **ISABELLA** (In Italian, pleading) You have to… be careful. This place… there’s a darkness here. **HUNTER** (To the phone) I'll be there in ten. (To Isabella, apologetically) I have to go, miss. But… if you see anything, anything at all, please.. please call the police. Hunter rushes off, leaving Isabella alone with her camera, her face a mask of worry and confusion. The cafe seems suddenly larger, colder, and Isabella feels more alone than ever.