INT. LOCAL CAFE IN ALBORN, MN - LATE AFTERNOON The quaint cafe is bustling with the hum of light chatter and the clink of coffee cups. Isabella sits at a corner table, her camera resting on the table, fingers tracing its contours as she reviews the day's photos. Her brow is furrowed slightly, lost in thought. Hunter enters, scanning the room. His rugged face sets into a determined expression as he spots Isabella. He approaches her table, slides his hands into his coat pockets, and clears his throat to get her attention. Isabella looks up, surprised to see him. Isabella: "Chi...chi sei?" (Who...who are you?) Hunter, taken aback for a moment, recovers quickly, his serious demeanor unwavering. Hunter: "Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter. I noticed you were taking pictures around town the other day. Did you, by any chance, see anything unusual?" Isabella stares at him, not comprehending his words but catching the authoritative tone. Isabella: "Non capisco... inglese." (I don't understand... English.) Hunter sighs, realizing the language barrier. He tries again, slower this time, gesturing with his hands to illustrate. Hunter: "Did you... see... anything... strange?" Isabella: "Ho visto qualcosa di strano, ma... è difficile spiegare." (I saw something strange, but... it's hard to explain.) Hunter frowns, searching for any hint of recognition. He leans closer, hoping proximity will somehow bridge the gap. Hunter: "Anything... unusual... in town?" Isabella's eyes widen slightly as she recalls the event, her voice trembling. Isabella: "Era... notte... ho visto un uomo... seguiva una donna... poi... sono scomparsi." (It was... night... I saw a man... he was following a woman... then... they disappeared.) Hunter's eyebrows knit together in frustration and concern. Hunter: "Come again?" Isabella, realizing her predicament, shakes her head and takes a deep breath, trying to convey the urgency through her tone and gestures. Isabella: "Uomo cattivo... donna... disparsi!" (Bad man... woman... disappeared!) Hunter's eyes narrow, trying to decipher her words. Suddenly, his phone rings. He holds up a finger to Isabella, signaling her to wait a moment. Hunter: "Hold on." He steps away to answer the call, his expression becoming darker and more serious as he listens. Hunter: "Yeah, I'm on it. Be there in five." He ends the call and turns back to Isabella, a hint of regret and urgency in his eyes. Hunter: "I have to go. But this isn't over. I'll find someone who can help us understand each other." Isabella nods, relief and concern mingling on her face. Isabella: "Okay... grazie." (Okay... thank you.) Hunter nods briskly, then turns and walks out of the cafe, leaving Isabella to reflect on the unsettling events.