Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2JJHJDJXAYV6TEY05K5RE5

**Scene: The Cozy Bean Cafe – Alborn, MN** *The afternoon light filters through the window of the small cafe. ISABELLA sits alone at a corner table, her camera cradled in her hands. She scrolls through photos with a troubled expression, her brow furrowed. The door chimes, and DETECTIVE HUNTER enters, scanning the room. He spots her and approaches slowly, his jacket unbuttoned and his badge visible on his belt.* **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am? Isabella, right? I'm Detective Hunter." *Isabella looks up, startled. She blinks at him, then glances around the cafe as if searching for a translator.* **Isabella:** "Sì... io sono Isabella. Lei parla italiano?" **Hunter:** *He holds up a hand, a brief, apologetic smile.* "Uh, no. No Italiano. Sorry. I just need to ask you a few questions about the Apple Festival last night. You were taking photos out by the old mill, yeah?" *Isabella’s eyes widen. She swallows hard, her fingers tightening on the camera body.* **Isabella:** "Il mulino... sì. Io stavo fotografando il tramonto. Ma poi—" *She shakes her head, her voice trembling.* "C'era qualcosa. Una donna. Lei gridava. E poi... niente." **Hunter:** *He leans in, trying to catch the meaning in her tone.* "I don't follow. Something happened? A woman? Did you see someone get hurt?" **Isabella:** *She sets the camera down and presses a hand to her chest.* "Io non capisco cosa è successo. Era tutto così veloce. L'ho fotografata senza pensarci. Ma ora non la trovo nella galleria." **Hunter:** *Frustration flickers in his eyes, but his voice stays calm.* "Ma'am, I really need you to try. English. Just a little. Did you see the woman who disappeared? The one everyone's been looking for—Martha Hill?" *Isabella seems to understand the name. Her face goes pale. She nods slowly, then points to her camera.* **Isabella:** "Io ho una foto. Forse. Ma non c'è più. È sparita." **Hunter:** *He exhales, running a hand over his jaw.* "The photo's gone? Or she's gone?" *She looks at him helplessly, her eyes wet. She tries again, speaking slowly, as if the words are heavy stones.* **Isabella:** "La donna—lei era lì. Io la vedo. Poi—" *She snaps her fingers.* "Niente. La foto, è vuota." **Hunter:** *His phone buzzes sharply in his pocket. He ignores it for a second, staring at her.* "You're saying the picture of her is blank now?" *Isabella nods vigorously, her lower lip quivering.* **Hunter:** *He pulls out his phone and glances at the screen, then back at her. He looks torn, then gives a short, curt nod.* "I have to go. New lead. But I'll be back. Don't leave town, alright? We'll talk again. Maybe I'll bring a translator." *He starts to turn, then stops.* **Hunter:** *Sighing.* "Look—if you remember anything, anything at all, call the station. Even if you think I won't understand." *Isabella watches him leave, her hands shaking as she picks up her camera and stares at the blank screen where a face should have been.* **Isabella:** *Under her breath, in a whisper.* "Non capisci niente, detective. La foto non era vuota. Qualcuno l'ha cancellata. E io so chi."