Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZGHMVXPYZR0TDPJ2ZN2WV

**Scene** In the warm light of the cozy Little Apple Café in Alborn, Minnesota, the scent of spiced cider and fresh pastries hung in the air. Isabella sat by the window, dark curls framing her face as she clicked through the photos on her camera, her expression growing more troubled with each image. The annual apple festival photos showed something she could not explain. A tall, serious man in a worn leather jacket approached her table. **Voice Sheet** Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. I'd like to ask you about the incident at the apple festival two nights ago. A man disappeared near the orchard edge. Did you see anything unusual that night?" Isabella: "Non parlo inglese! Ho visto un'ombra terribile vicino agli alberi… ha portato via un uomo! Sono ancora scossa, non riesco a dormire!" Hunter: "I'm sorry, I don't understand a word. English? Do you speak English at all? The disappearances—I'm investigating them. Anything you remember could help." Isabella: "È stato orribile! La figura era nera, come se la notte stessa avesse preso forma. Ho scattato foto ma non so a chi mostrarle… ho tanta paura di essere la prossima!" Hunter: "Slow down. I can't follow. Photos? Are you saying you have photos? If you could just point or—damn it, I need a translator." Isabella: "Guardi la macchina fotografica, per favore! Qui… vede quella forma scura? Non è una persona normale. Sono venuta qui per studiare e ora sono intrappolata in questo incubo!" Hunter: "I wish I knew what you were saying, but you look genuinely frightened. Listen, I'm going to find someone who speaks Italian. Don't go back to the orchard alone, okay?" Isabella: "Non capisco… ma vedo che è preoccupato anche lei. Per favore, non mi lasci sola con questo segreto." Hunter: "Hold that thought. I have to take this call—it's the station. We'll continue this later. Stay safe." Suddenly Hunter's phone rang. He answered it with a clipped "Hunter here," his face tightening. After a few short words he gave Isabella an apologetic nod and strode quickly out of the café, leaving her alone with her camera and her untranslated fears.