## Scene: Cafe in Alborn, MN **SOUND:** Buzzing of conversation, clinking of mugs, soft jazz music **(Isabella sits at a small table by the window, a worn-out leather-bound camera resting in her lap. She flips through photos, occasionally frowning at the images on the screen. Hunter, dressed in a worn leather jacket and jeans, approaches her table cautiously.)** **Hunter:** Excuse me. **(Isabella looks up, startled. She blinks at Hunter with large, dark eyes.)** **Isabella:** (in Italian, with a slight tremor in her voice) ...Scusi? **Hunter:** (confused) Uh...hello? **(He gestures vaguely at her camera.)** **Hunter:** Nice camera you got there. **Isabella:** (shakes her head slightly, still speaking Italian) ...No, no. Non è il momento. **(Hunter frowns. He clears his throat.)** **Hunter:** I'm Detective Hunter. I'm working on a case… **Isabella:** (eyes wide, but her voice barely a whisper) ...Caso? Che caso? **Hunter:** A few people have gone missing lately. Just...vanished. I was hoping you might have seen something. **(Isabella's face pales. She closes her camera quickly and pushes it away from her.)** **Isabella:** (voice choked with emotion) ...Cosa? Dove sono? Perché? **Hunter:** I don't understand... **(He leans in, trying to make sense of her frantic words.)** **Hunter:** Ma'am, can you speak English? **Isabella:** (shaking her head) No. Non parlo inglese. **(She looks around the cafe, seemingly lost and scared.)** **Isabella:** Dove sono? Aiuto! **Hunter:** (sighs, pulling out his phone) Alright, let me call someone who can help translate. **(His phone rings, cutting off Isabella’s pleas. He answers it with a curt, "Hunter." He listens for a moment, his expression hardening.)** **Hunter:** (into the phone) Got it. Be there in five. **(He looks back at Isabella, his face apologetic.)** **Hunter:** Look, I'm sorry, but I have to go. Someone will be here soon to help. **(He turns and walks away, leaving Isabella alone at the table, trembling and distressed.)