Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHSFWB2VB3RFGRXZ421P341

**Scene: Alborn, MN – The Little Bean Café, late afternoon** Isabella sat at a small table by the window, the golden autumn light spilling across her dark curls. Her camera rested in her hands as she slowly scrolled through the day’s photos, her thumb pausing now and then on images of the orchard behind the old mill. The Apple Festival was only days away, yet the festive banners around town felt strangely hollow after the latest disappearance. The bell above the door jingled. Heavy footsteps approached. Isabella looked up just as a tall, broad-shouldered man in a dark jacket stopped beside her table. His expression was serious, his eyes sharp. **Voice Sheet** Isabella: *softly, still half-lost in her photos* «Mi scusi…?» Hunter: “Afternoon, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter. I was hoping you might have a moment to talk about what happened at the festival grounds two nights ago. Anything you saw, anything unusual?” Isabella: *looks up, eyes widening with sudden recognition. Her voice trembles, still speaking rapidly in Italian* «Oh Dio… Lei è il detective? Ho visto qualcosa quella notte… una figura vicino agli alberi dopo il tramonto. Sembrava che stesse… trascinando qualcosa. Non sono sicura, ma da allora non riesco a dormire. Ho scattato delle foto, ma sono sfocate e… ho paura che sia successo di nuovo.» Hunter: *brow furrowing, clearly not understanding a single word* “I… beg your pardon? English? Parlez-vous… ah, damn. Do you speak any English at all?” Isabella: *shaken, clutching her camera tighter, switching to slightly slower but still fully Italian* «Mi dispiace tanto… Non parlo inglese. Sono qui per il programma di studi all’estero. Ho provato a raccontare alla polizia quello che ho visto, ma nessuno capisce. Ho paura che chiunque sia scomparso sia in pericolo… o peggio.» Hunter: *rubs the back of his neck, visibly frustrated but trying to remain patient* “Okay… slow down. I’m not catching any of that. Camera—*points at her camera*—did you take pictures? Photos? Of the incident?” Isabella: *nods quickly, understanding the gesture if not the words, and holds the camera out a little* «Sì, ho delle foto… ma non so se mostrano qualcosa di utile. La luce era poca e le mie mani tremavano. Sembra che stia succedendo di nuovo, vero? Le persone che spariscono…» Hunter: *leans in slightly, trying to read her expression* “Look, I can see you’re upset. Something clearly rattled you that night. If you could just—” Isabella: *voice dropping, genuinely troubled* «Non riesco a smettere di pensarci. Ogni volta che chiudo gli occhi vedo quell’ombra tra i meli. E ora lei è qui a fare domande… significa che hanno trovato un altro corpo? O è scomparso qualcun altro?» Hunter: *sighs, pulling out a small notebook anyway* “This language barrier is going to be a problem. I might need to find a translator before—” *Hunter’s phone suddenly rings. He checks the screen, jaw tightening.* Hunter: “Damn it… I have to take this. Stay in town, all right? We’re not finished.” *He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring nod, even though he knows she can’t understand the words.* “We’ll figure this out.” Isabella: *watching him rise, voice small and worried* «Aspetti… per favore, non se ne vada così. Ho visto qualcosa di terribile…» Hunter: *already moving toward the door, phone to his ear* “Yeah, it’s Hunter. What’ve you got?” *The bell jingles again as he steps out into the crisp Minnesota air, leaving Isabella alone with her camera, her untouched coffee, and the heavy weight of everything she couldn’t say.*