[Scene: A quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. The afternoon light filters softly through the windows, casting a warm glow on the wooden tables. Isabella sits alone, studying the pictures on her camera, her eyebrows knitted in concentration. Hunter strides in, his eyes scanning the room before they settle on Isabella. He approaches her table with a determined purpose.] Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about a recent event in town." Isabella looks up, her eyes widening slightly. She responds in rapid Italian, her voice filled with anxiety. Isabella: "Non capisco molto bene... ma è successo qualcosa di terribile. La gente sparisce e io non capisco cosa sta succedendo..." Hunter furrows his brow, clearly struggling to comprehend. Hunter: "I'm sorry, I don't understand Italian. Do you speak any English?" Isabella shakes her head, her expression turning desperate as she tries to find a way to communicate. She points to her camera, then gestures around with wide eyes. Hunter: "Your... camera? Did you see something? Pictures?" Isabella nods quickly and starts scrolling through her camera, showing Hunter an image of a shadowy figure lurking in the background of one of her landscape photos. Isabella: "Questo... questo è quello che ho visto..." Hunter squints at the photo, trying to piece together what she's saying. He points to the image and then at her, attempting to ask a question. Hunter: "You took this photo? When? Where?" Isabella gestures outside, then mimes holding up her camera and taking a picture. Isabella: "Fuori, ieri. Non so chi sia." Hunter nods slowly, somewhat understanding the gist of her message. He takes out a notepad and scribbles a few notes. Hunter: "Alright, I'll need to get this translated. Thank you for your help, miss. If you notice anything else, please..." Hunter's phone rings, cutting his sentence short. He answers the call, his expression growing more intense as he listens. Hunter: "I need to go. But please, stay safe. And if you can, find someone who can translate for us." He turns and hurries out of the cafe, leaving Isabella looking after him, still shaken but relieved to have shared what she knows. [Scene ends.]