Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHT8FCXK0H9XC2708CH7516

**Scene: Alborn, MN – The Apple Blossom Café, mid-morning** The small-town café hummed with quiet chatter. Sunlight filtered through gingham curtains, casting warm squares across wooden tables. Isabella sat alone near the window, her dark curls falling over one shoulder as she scrolled through the photos on her camera. The images from yesterday’s apple-orchard shoot still made her stomach twist. A shadow fell across her table. She looked up. Hunter stood there in his worn leather jacket, badge clipped to his belt, expression serious but not unkind. He tapped the edge of the empty chair across from her. **Voice Sheet** Isabella: “…?” Hunter: “Morning, ma’am. Mind if I sit? I’m Detective Hunter. I was hoping you might have seen something at the orchard yesterday. There was an incident… another disappearance. Anything unusual catch your eye while you were taking pictures?” Isabella: “Mi dispiace… non parlo inglese. Ho visto qualcosa di terribile ieri… un’ombra tra gli alberi, e poi quella ragazza è semplicemente… sparita. Ho paura. Non so cosa fare. Per favore, mi aiuti.” Hunter: “…” *(Hunter’s brow furrows; he rubs the back of his neck, clearly lost.)* Hunter: “I… don’t speak Italian. Damn it. Look, if you saw anything—anything at all— I need to know. The town’s getting scared.” Isabella: “Non capisco… ma lei sembra preoccupato. La ragazza… lei aveva una sciarpa rossa. L’ho vista correre, poi l’ombra… era come se l’oscurità l’avesse inghiottita. Ho le foto, guardi—” *(She turns the camera toward him, hands trembling slightly as she swipes to the last few shots. The images show nothing but blurred trees and an empty path.)* Hunter: “I wish I knew what you were saying, kid. You look shaken. Whatever happened out there… you’re not alone in this. We’ll figure it out.” Isabella: “Per favore… ho paura di stare sola qui. Qualcosa non va in questa città.” Hunter: “If only I had a translator… Alright, I’m not getting anywhere like this. I’ll come back with someone who speaks Italian. Just… stay safe, okay?” *(Hunter’s phone suddenly rings. He checks the screen, mouth tightening.)* Hunter: “I’ve got to take this. It’s the station. Don’t go anywhere alone. I’ll be back.” *(He gives her one last frustrated but earnest nod, then strides out of the café, phone already to his ear.)* Isabella watched him leave, fingers tightening around her camera. The café suddenly felt a lot colder.