Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYXKD6CPHCY9DCRY2948YH

**Scene:** The small cafe in Alborn, MN buzzed quietly with the afternoon crowd enjoying their coffee and slices of apple pie. Isabella sat at a corner table by the window, her dark hair falling loosely over one shoulder as she scrolled through the photos on her camera. The lens had captured the golden autumn light over the orchards yesterday—images that now felt strangely haunting after what she had witnessed. Hunter entered the cafe, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in his dark jacket. His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on the young woman with the camera. He’d heard she might have been near the old mill the night before last, close to where another person had vanished. With purposeful strides, he approached her table. **Voice Sheet:** Isabella: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn sheriff’s department. Mind if I ask you a few questions about the festival last weekend? There was an incident near the mill, and I’m told you were photographing in that area." Isabella: "...Mi scusi? Non parlo inglese... Ho visto qualcosa di terribile vicino al mulino vecchio. C’era una figura strana... ho paura che sia successa una cosa orribile. Non so cosa fare... Sono molto scossa." Hunter: "..." Isabella: "...Per favore, mi aiuti. Non capisco cosa sta succedendo in questa città. Ho solo la mia macchina fotografica e ora ho paura di uscire da sola." Hunter: "I... uh... I don’t speak Italian. Do you understand any English at all? English? I just need to know if you saw anything unusual last weekend." Isabella: "...Sì, ho scattato delle foto quella sera. Ma c’era quella sagoma... non era normale. Ho sentito un grido e poi più niente. Sono ancora tutta tremante." Hunter: "...Right. This is going nowhere. Look, here’s my card—maybe someone at the college can translate for you. I’ll come back later with an interpreter." Isabella: "...Non se ne vada, per favore. Ho visto qualcosa di brutto... forse una persona che veniva portata via..." Hunter: "..." *(Hunter’s phone suddenly rings. He checks the screen and his expression hardens.)* Hunter: "Hunter here... Yeah, I’m on my way. Ten minutes." Isabella: "..." Hunter: "I have to go—emergency. We’ll talk again soon. Stay safe, miss." *(He gives her a frustrated but polite nod and strides quickly out of the cafe, leaving Isabella still gripping her camera, her hands trembling slightly as she stares after him.)*