Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHRJ9C3K1K93S9BQ5S1GBNQ

**Scene:** In the quiet corner of Alborn's only café, the scent of cinnamon apple cider drifted through the air while autumn light filtered across the tables. Isabella sat alone, her camera cradled in her hands like a talisman, slowly clicking through golden images of orchards and harvest wagons. The annual apple festival should have been a peaceful memory for her study-abroad photo project. Instead, the pictures now made her fingers tremble. Heavy, purposeful boots stopped beside her table. Detective Hunter loomed there, ex-Marine posture rigid, his no-nonsense gaze fixed on the young Italian woman. He had no way of knowing she spoke not a word of English. **Voice Sheet:** Hunter: "Afternoon, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were photographing near the east orchard during the festival last night. Anything unusual happen while you were there? Anyone acting strange before the disappearance?" Isabella: "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese… Ho visto tutto con i miei occhi! Una ragazza era lì, proprio nel mio mirino, e poi è semplicemente sparita! Sono ancora così scossa, non riesco a smettere di tremare…" Hunter: "I… don’t understand Italian. English? Do you speak any English at all? We’re investigating a series of disappearances and your photos might be important." Isabella: "Non capisco una parola di quello che dici… Era terribile! Stavo fotografando il paesaggio autunnale e lei è svanita nel nulla. La folla era lì e un attimo dopo non c’era più. Ho paura che stia succedendo qualcosa di molto brutto in questa città." Hunter: "Look, I can see you’re upset, but I’m not getting any of this. If you could just slow down and try English—maybe point at the camera? Show me what you saw?" Isabella: "La mia macchina fotografica? Forse ho catturato qualcosa ma non lo so… Devi trovare qualcuno che parla italiano. Non posso spiegarti così, è troppo importante!" Hunter: "This language barrier is costing us time. I’ll try to locate a translator in town. Just… stay in Alborn if you can. Don’t go back to those orchards alone." Isabella: "Per favore, non andare via senza capire. Ho visto una persona dissolversi nel nulla! Aiutami… ho paura che la prossima possa essere io." Hunter: "Hold on—that’s my phone. Hunter here… Yeah, I’m on my way. Ten minutes." Hunter: "Sorry, I have to leave right now. We’ll figure out how to talk later. Stay safe." **End of Scene** Hunter gave her one last frustrated but concerned look, then strode out of the café, the bell above the door jingling behind him. Isabella watched him go, still clutching her camera, the unsolved mystery of Alborn heavier than ever.