Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZ237ZPVF6NTJFGET3XX8A

**Scene** Isabella sat at a quiet corner table in the small Alborn, MN café, the late-afternoon light falling across her camera as she slowly scrolled through the previous weekend’s landscape photos from the apple festival. Her hands trembled slightly. Hunter approached with his usual purposeful stride. **Voice Sheet** Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m investigating the disappearance at the apple festival last weekend. Were you there? Did you see anything unusual?" Isabella: "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese… Ho visto una persona vicino al frutteto, sembrava spaventata, e poi è semplicemente… scomparsa! Sono ancora scossa, non riesco a dormire." Hunter: "I don’t understand a word you’re saying. Do you speak any English at all?" Isabella: "No inglese. Solo italiano. La mia macchina fotografica… forse le foto mostrano qualcosa, ma non so come spiegarlo." Hunter: "Camera? Photos? Are you telling me your camera might have caught something?" Isabella: "Sì, guardi qui. In questa foto c’è un’ombra tra gli alberi, e nella successiva la persona non c’è più. È svanita!" Hunter: "You look genuinely frightened. I wish I could understand you. This language barrier is making things difficult." Isabella: "Sono sola qui. Non conosco nessuno che parli italiano. Ho paura che possa succedere di nuovo." Hunter: "I’m sorry, I still don’t follow. But you seem to be trying to tell me something important. If only we had a translator in this town…" Isabella: "Forse dovrei mostrare le foto alla polizia… ma come?" Hunter: "Hold on—that’s my phone. It’s the station. Another lead just came in. I have to leave right now." Hunter nodded at her apologetically, already turning toward the door as he answered the call. Isabella watched him go, camera still clutched tightly in her hands, the unsolved mystery hanging silently between them.