Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYT7W0QK8NEFN5K7F5B9XH

### Scene: Sun Crisp Cafe, Alborn, MN Isabella hunches over a Formica table, her DSLR propped on the table as she stares at a jarring photo she took that morning near the town’s abandoned apple orchard. Detective Hunter approaches, clears his throat, and speaks in English. The following is their exchanged dialogue: Isabella: [voice trembling, rapid, panicked Italian] "Non capisco la tua lingua! Per favore, parla italiano! Ho visto un uomo con la felpa con cappuccio nel vecchio frutteto, ha caricato una scatola pesante nel furgone buio! Ho scattato una foto, non so cosa fare!" [Translation: "I don't understand your language! Please speak Italian! I saw a man in a hoodie at the old orchard, he loaded a heavy box into the dark van! I took a photo, I don't know what to do!"] Hunter: [gruff, confused, leaning back slightly] "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Sheriff's Department. I'm asking about Eleanor Hale, the local baker who went missing last week—did you see anything out of the ordinary near the north orchard anytime lately? I don't speak Italian, I'm afraid." Isabella: [gesturing wildly to her camera’s LCD screen, face pale with distress] "La signora Hale è sparita proprio lì! Quel uomo l'ha rapita! Guarda la foto, per favore!" [Translation: "Mrs. Hale disappeared right there! That man kidnapped her! Look at the photo, please!"] Hunter: [squinting at the camera’s screen, jotting a quick note in his leather notebook] "Got it, dark tinted pickup, hooded subject at the old orchard. Noted. Listen, I'll have a translator swing by later to—" [Hunter’s cell phone buzzes loudly in his hip holster. He fumbles to answer it, cutting himself off mid-sentence] Hunter: [into phone] "Hunter here... Yep, on my way now. Got it." [Hunter hangs up, shoves his notebook back in his pocket, and gives Isabella a quick apologetic nod] Hunter: "Sorry I can't understand your words right now, ma'am. Thanks for the photo—we'll follow up immediately. Gotta go."