Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZPDPXSEJGKPKRPNSK6TSH

**Scene:** The cozy corner café in Alborn, MN buzzed softly with the chatter of locals and the clink of coffee cups. Isabella sat by the window, her dark curls falling over one shoulder as she scrolled through the photos on her camera. The autumn light filtered through the glass, casting golden hues over the images of the town’s rolling orchards. Hunter entered the café, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in his dark jacket. His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on the young woman with the camera. He approached her table with purposeful strides. **Voice Sheet:** Isabella: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the local department. Mind if I ask you a few questions? There was an incident last night near the old mill—another disappearance. You were seen taking pictures around that area yesterday. Did you notice anything unusual? Anyone acting strange?" Isabella: "...Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese... Sono molto spaventata. Ho visto qualcosa di terribile vicino al mulino ieri sera... un’ombra che portava via una persona. Non so cosa fare, ho paura che torni..." Hunter: "..." Isabella: "...Per favore, mi aiuti. Non capisco cosa sta succedendo in questa città. Sembra un incubo." Hunter: "I... uh... I don’t speak Italian. Damn it. Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—" Isabella: "...Ho scattato delle foto, ma non so se mostrano qualcosa di utile. La prego, c’è un mostro qui." Hunter: "I’m getting the feeling you saw something, but I can’t understand a word. This is frustrating." Isabella: "...Resta con me un momento? Mi sento più sicura se non sono sola." Hunter: "Alright, I’ll sit for a minute. Maybe I can find someone who speaks Italian around here. Just... breathe. We’ll figure this out." *(They sit in awkward silence for several minutes, Isabella occasionally gesturing toward her camera while Hunter nods along, clearly lost. His expression softens slightly, sensing her fear even without understanding the words.)* Hunter’s phone suddenly buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen, his face shifting back to its usual no-nonsense mask. Hunter: "I have to take this. It’s the station—might be related to the case. Stay safe, okay? I’ll... find a translator and come back." *(He gives her a nod and a reassuring—if slightly awkward—pat on the shoulder before stepping away to answer the call, leaving Isabella alone once more with her camera and her unspoken fears.)*