## Scene: Cafe in Alborn, MN **INT. CAFE - DAY** Isabella sits at a small table by the window, her camera resting on the table before her. She scrolls through photos, her brow furrowed in concentration. Hunter strides into the cafe, his gaze scanning the room until it lands on Isabella. He approaches her, his large frame casting a shadow over her table. **HUNTER:** (Gruffly, gesturing towards her camera) Nice camera. You taking pictures for the festival? Isabella looks up, startled by the sudden noise. Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head nervously. **ISABELLA:** (In rapid Italian) No, no, not the festival. I was... I was taking pictures of the woods. Hunter looks at her blankly. He doesn't understand a word. **HUNTER:** Woods? You mean like, the nature trail outside of town? Isabella nods, her gaze darting around the cafe as if searching for something. **ISABELLA:** (In distressed Italian) Yes, the woods. The trail behind the old church. I was taking pictures... I saw something… It was… *terrifying*. **HUNTER:** (Confused) Terrifying? Like… wild animals? Isabella shakes her head frantically, her face pale. **ISABELLA:** (In Italian) No, no… not animals. It was… a man. A man in the woods… he wasn’t supposed to be there. Hunter looks at her intently. He's starting to feel a knot of tension in his gut. It's clear she’s uneasy, and he's not sure why. He tries to be reassuring. **HUNTER:** Okay, okay. Maybe he was lost. Did you see him hurt anyone? Isabella recoils, a tremor running through her body. **ISABELLA:** (In broken Italian) No, no one. He… he looked… dangerous. He was watching me… **HUNTER:** Watching you? Like… staring? Isabella nods, her eyes wide with fear. **ISABELLA:** (In Italian) I ran. I ran away… I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a shrill ringing cuts through the air. Hunter pulls his phone out of his pocket. **HUNTER:** (To Isabella) I gotta go. I'll come back later, okay? Isabella looks at him, her eyes pleading for him to stay. He sees her fear, sees the confusion and the terror she's struggling to express. He wishes he could understand her. **HUNTER:** (Softly) Don't worry. We'll figure this out. He places a reassuring hand on her shoulder and walks away, his mind already whirling with new questions. He leaves Isabella alone in the cafe, her eyes following his retreating figure, a mix of fear and hope in their depths.