Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXZNDCV2ETT6Y11GYDJ77M

### Scene Context Alborn, MN autumn afternoon. Fog curls off the nearby annual apple orchard, carrying caramel apple scent into downtown’s Mabel’s Cafe. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, her vintage film camera spread open in front of her, scrolling through a blurry night photo of a hooded figure. Hunter, gruff ex-marine detective, approaches and pulls out the chair across from her, notebook tucked under one arm. --- ### Voice Sheet Dialogue Hunter: "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn County Sheriff’s Department. I’m investigating the recent unexplained disappearances in town. Have you spotted anyone acting suspiciously near the festival grounds or wooded edges of town lately?" Isabella: [trembling, rapid fluent Italian—unintelligible to Hunter, translated for clarity] Non capisco quello che stai dicendo. Non parlo inglese. Sono una studentessa in programma di studio all'estero. Ho visto un uomo strano ieri sera vicino alla stalla della sagra, ma non so cosa fare. [I don’t understand what you’re saying. I don’t speak English. I’m just a study abroad student. I saw a strange man last night near the festival barn, but I don’t know what to do.] (She pushes her camera’s LCD screen toward Hunter, pointing at the blurry hooded figure.) Hunter: [blinking, staring from the camera back to Isabella, head tilting in confusion] Wait, I can’t follow your words—can you slow down? You took this photo? You saw this man? Isabella: [nodding quickly, voice rising with panicked, shaky Italian] Sì! Era nascosto tra gli alberi, ha visto me e è corso via nel bosco. Ho paura. [Yes! He was hiding between the trees, he saw me and ran off into the woods. I’m scared.] (She gestures wildly to the tree line outside the cafe window, then back to her camera.) Hunter: [scribbling furiously in his notebook, trying to keep up with her gestures] Got it, got it—strange man by the festival barn last night, ran into the woods. Thank you, this is critical information. [Hunter’s cell phone buzzes loudly in his jacket pocket. He fumbles it out, answers on the first ring, voice dropping to a sharp, urgent detective tone.] Hunter: (into phone) "Hunter here. … The missing person’s team found a tent near the orchard? … Alright, I’m en route." Hunter: [snapping his phone shut, standing up quickly, apologetic but rushed] "I’m so sorry, I’ve got to leave immediately—this is a priority call. I’ll have a deputy follow up with you tomorrow, okay?" Isabella: [reaching out a hand, soft and confused in Italian] Aspetta, non capisco dove stai andando! [Wait, I don’t understand where you’re going!] Hunter: [waving over his shoulder as he jogs for the cafe door] "I’ve got to go! Thanks again for your help!"