Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYVVVB0SWZSJEC2KE4S4GZ

**Scene:** In the warm, apple-scented corner of the Main Street Café in Alborn, MN, Isabella sat hunched over her camera. The autumn light filtered through the window, highlighting the golden orchards she had photographed that morning. But her usual peaceful expression was gone. She kept zooming in on one particular image, her fingers trembling slightly. Heavy footsteps approached. Hunter, still in his worn leather jacket from the morning search, stopped at her table. Isabella: "Cosa...?" Hunter: "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearance at the apple festival yesterday. A man vanished near the old orchard trail. Did you see or hear anything unusual last night?" Isabella looked up at him, her face pale and visibly shaken. Her eyes were wide with fear as she clutched her camera tighter. Isabella: "Oh mio Dio, l'ho visto! L'uomo camminava tra gli alberi e poi è sparito... come se qualcosa lo avesse preso! Ero terrorizzata, ho scattato delle foto ma non so cosa significano. Ho paura che possa succedere anche a me!" Hunter: "I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian. English? Do you understand English at all?" Isabella: "Non capisco l'inglese... ma guarda! Guarda la foto! C'è una figura scura, non è normale! Aiuto, per favore!" Hunter looked thoroughly confused, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to parse her rapid Italian. He pointed at the camera, then at himself. Hunter: "Camera? Photos? You saw something? Evidence? I need to know what you saw. Slow down." Isabella: "La mia macchina fotografica ha catturato tutto. Era vicino al festival, vicino alle mele... l'uomo gridava ma nessuno lo ha sentito. Questa città nasconde qualcosa di brutto!" Hunter: "I wish I knew what you were saying. You look scared. Scared? Is that it? If you witnessed the disappearance, you're the first real lead we've had in weeks." Isabella: "Ho visto troppo. Non volevo essere coinvolta... ma ora sono qui e ho queste immagini. Cosa devo fare?" Hunter: "Look, stay in town. Don't go wandering around the orchards alone. I'll find someone who speaks Italian and come right back." Isabella: "Non andare via... ho ancora tanta paura!" Hunter's phone suddenly buzzed loudly. He glanced at the screen, his no-nonsense expression tightening. Hunter: "This is Hunter. Yeah... I'm on my way. Ten minutes." He gave Isabella an apologetic look and a "stay here" gesture with his palm, then hurried out of the café, leaving her alone with her camera and her untranslated fears.