Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2GDJ9GCN86E1BZ4X5DNMB8

**Scene: The Daily Grind Cafe – Alborn, MN – Late Morning** *Isabella sits alone at a small table near the window, her camera cradled in her hands. She scrolls through photos on the display, her brow furrowed. Hunter enters, spots her, and walks over. He stands at her table, clearing his throat.* **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm asking around about the disturbance at the apple orchard last night. You were seen taking photos near the old barn around that time. Can you tell me what you saw?" *Isabella looks up, startled. She blinks and shakes her head slowly, clutching her camera tighter.* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, voice trembling)* "Non capisco... Mi dispiace. C'era un uomo, e poi... il buio. Non so cosa sia successo. La mia macchina fotografica ha catturato qualcosa, ma ho paura a guardare." *Hunter’s mouth tightens. He leans in slightly, frustration flickering in his eyes.* **Hunter:** "I'm sorry, I don't speak... that. Do you understand English? Any English at all?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, eyes wide)* "No, no English. Solo italiano. Mi chiamo Isabella. Non volevo essere lì, giuro. Stavo solo fotografando le stelle." *Hunter sighs, pulls out a small notepad, and points to his own camera phone. He mimes taking a picture, then points at her camera.* **Hunter:** "You—take pictures. Last night. Orchard. Bad thing happened. Did you see anyone?" *(He points to the window, then to his eyes, then makes a walking motion with his fingers.)* *Isabella watches his gestures, then points to her camera and nods. She scrolls to a photo and turns the screen toward him. It shows a dark, blurry figure near the edge of a barn. Her hand trembles.* **Isabella:** *(whispering in Italian)* "L'ho visto correre. Non era normale. Troppo veloce. Poi ho sentito un urlo e sono scappata." *Hunter squints at the image, then at her face. He taps the screen and holds up a finger.* **Hunter:** "This man. Did he see you?" *(He points at himself, then at the figure in the photo, then raises his eyebrows questioningly.)* **Isabella:** *(nods frantically, her voice cracking)* "Sì, sì. Mi ha guardato. Per un secondo. Poi è svanito. Come un fantasma." *She wraps her arms around herself, shivering despite the warm cafe. Hunter starts to speak again, but his phone buzzes sharply. He checks it, his expression hardening.* **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Something's come up." *(He holds up a pen and paper from his pocket, scribbles his number, and hands it to her.)* "You call this number when you find someone who can translate. And don't leave town. Capisce?" *Isabella looks at the paper, then at him, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. She nods slowly.* **Isabella:** *(softly)* "Arrivederci... detective." *Hunter gives her a curt nod and strides out of the cafe, the door chiming behind him. Isabella stares at the photo on her camera, then at the number in her hand. She whispers to herself in Italian.* **Isabella:** "Non credo che sia finita." *She turns off the camera, places it in her bag, and stares out the window at the quiet street.*