**Scene: The cozy town of Alborn, MN, bustling with life despite the recent disappearances.** **Location: The quaint, locally-owned café "The Apple Pie Bakery," where Isabella is seated, her camera's lens pointed toward the window, capturing the vibrant fall scene outside.** *Isabella, her Italian accent soft yet pronounced, is engrossed in her photography, occasionally adjusting the settings to capture the perfect shot.* **Hunter:** *Hunter enters the café, his stern expression broken slightly by the sight of the warm, inviting atmosphere. He scans the room, his eyes landing on Isabella.* **Hunter:** (to himself) *She looks like a local, but her camera...* *He approaches Isabella's table, taking a moment to study her.* **Hunter:** *He clears his throat, trying to find a starting point.* **Hunter:** "Buongiorno." *Hunter attempts a basic Italian greeting, his tone polite yet firm.* **Isabella:** *She looks up, startled, her eyes widening as she sees Hunter.* **Isabella:** (in Italian) "Ciao!" *She smiles, her accent thick. "You have a camera." *She points to the camera she's holding, then back to him.* **Hunter:** *He raises an eyebrow, confused. He understands the word "camera," but not the context of the conversation.* **Hunter:** "Yes, I do." *He pauses, then asks, "Do you need help with something?"* **Isabella:** *She gestures towards the window, her hands trembling slightly.* **Isabella:** (in Italian) "Non è bene." *She translates her comment into English, "It's not good."* **Hunter:** *He looks out the window, then back at Isabella.* **Hunter:** "What do you mean, it's not good?" *Hunter leans in, his no-nonsense attitude piqued.* **Isabella:** *She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling.* **Isabella:** (in Italian) "I saw something... not good. I don't understand. They disappeared." *She gestures towards the window again.* **Hunter:** *He nods, his expression serious.* **Hunter:** "Alright, can you show me?" *He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone to record Isabella's description.* **Hunter:** "I need to take down the details." *He offers her his phone, holding it out.* **Isabella:** *She takes the phone, her fingers trembling as she types in Italian.* **Isabella:** (in Italian) "Here." *She shows him the note she typed.* **Hunter:** *He reads the note, his brow furrowing.* **Hunter:** "Thanks, Isabella." *He puts the phone away, his expression serious.* **Hunter:** "I need to go, but I'll be back. I promise I'll get to the bottom of this." *Hunter stands up, his no-nonsense attitude returning.* **Hunter:** "Stay safe." *He turns to leave, then stops.* **Hunter:** "And... you're not from around here, are you?" *He looks back at her, his expression softening slightly.* **Isabella:** *She nods, her expression troubled.* **Isabella:** (in Italian) "No, I'm from Italy. I didn't speak English before coming here." *She smiles weakly.* **Hunter:** *He nods, understanding.* **Hunter:** "Well, you're safe here now. Don't worry." *He turns and leaves the café, leaving Isabella alone with her thoughts and her camera.*