Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GXSHHAJ7H3X9M6DBHFA4W

**Scene: A small café in Alborn, MN. Afternoon. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, scrolling through photos on her camera with a troubled expression. Hunter approaches, noticing her.** **Hunter:** *(standing beside her table)* Excuse me. You're the Italian student, right? Isabella? **Isabella:** *(looks up, startled, and nods)* Sì, sì. Sono io. *(Yes, yes. That's me.)* **Hunter:** *(pulls out a chair and sits)* I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the recent... well, the things that have been happening in this town. The disappearances. I was told you might have seen something near the orchard the other night. **Isabella:** *(her eyes widen, and she speaks rapidly in Italian)* Oh mio Dio, ero così spaventata! Ho sentito dei rumori strani dietro ai raccolti, e poi ho visto— *(Oh my God, I was so scared! I heard strange noises behind the crops, and then I saw—)* **Hunter:** *(brow furrowed, clearly lost)* I'm sorry... I don't understand. Do you speak any English at all? **Isabella:** *(pauses, realizing, and shakes her head slowly)* No... no English. Mi dispiace. *(I'm sorry.)* **Hunter:** *(sighs and rubs his jaw)* Alright. Let me try something. *(mimes taking a photo with a camera)* You take pictures? Here? Night? **Isabella:** *(brightens slightly, understanding, and nods enthusiastically)* Sì! Foto! La notte scorsa ho fatto delle foto. *(Yes! Photos! Last night I took photos.)* **Hunter:** *(points at her camera)* Can I see? Photos, please? **Isabella:** *(hesitates, then nods and turns the camera screen toward him)* Guarda... guarda qui. *(Look... look here.)* **Hunter:** *(studies the screen, his expression darkening)* That's... *(mutters to himself)* That's Mrs. Pemberton's barn. And someone's standing in the shadows. *(looks up at her)* Good. This is good. Thank you. **Isabella:** *(fidgets nervously)* È stato terrificante. Ho avuto così paura che sono scappata via. *(It was terrifying. I was so scared that I ran away.)* **Hunter:** *(shakes his head apologetically)* I really wish I knew Italian right now. **Isabella:** *(smiles weakly)* Anch'io. *(Me too.)* **Hunter:** *(stands, placing his business card on the table)* Look, I'm going to find someone who can translate for us, okay? But don't leave town. And maybe... stay inside at night? **Isabella:** *(nods, looking frightened)* Sì, lo farò. *(Yes, I will.)* **Hunter:** *(his phone buzzes and he checks it)* I have to take this. *(answers)* Detective Hunter here... What? When? *(his face goes serious)* I'm on my way. *(Hunter hangs up and looks at Isabella apologetically.)* **Hunter:** Something's come up. I have to go. But I'll be in touch. Thank you for the photos. They might really help. **Isabella:** *(stands)* Buona fortuna. Spero che troverai chi sta facendo questo. *(Good luck. I hope you find who's doing this.)* **Hunter:** *(nods, not understanding but sensing her kindness)* Thanks. Ciao. *(Hunter exits quickly. Isabella sits back down, clutching her camera, looking out the window at the darkening sky.)* **Isabella:** *(whispers to herself)* Cosa sta succedendo in questo paese...? *(What's happening in this town...?)* *(She pulls her cardigan tighter and stares at her photos, her hands trembling.)* **[END OF SCENE]**