Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF8MBNCTAFRC6WXTDJ7Y0F

INT. ALBORN CAFE - DAY *Isabella, a striking young woman with dark hair and piercing eyes, sits alone at a table near the window. She cradles her camera close, lost in thought as she stares at the streets of Alborn. She looks up suddenly as HUNTER, a gruff man with a no-nonsense attitude, approaches her table.* HUNTER (sternly, in English) Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter from the Alborn Police Department. I need to ask you a few questions about a recent incident in town. *Isabella looks up at him, confusion and fear crossing her face. She shakes her head vigorously, gesturing with her hands.* ISABELLA (spoken in rapid Italian) Mi scusi, ma io non capisco. Non parlo inglese. Che cosa vuole? Sono solo qui per fare fotografie. Non so nulla di incidenti! *Hunter furrows his brow, clearly confused by her response in a foreign language. He shifts his weight and draws in a deep breath.* HUNTER Look, I know you're not from around here. But you see, we've been having some trouble with some disappearances in Alborn, and I need to talk to everyone who might have information, okay? *Isabella's eyes go wide with shock and fear. She clasps her hands around her camera tightly, as if afraid Hunter will try to take it from her.* ISABELLA (desperate) Per favore, signorino! Non so di che cosa parla! Non sono qui per disturbare! Solo fare le foto! *Hunter lets out a sigh, his voice taking on an exasperated tone.* HUNTER Damnit, lady! I don't speak whatever the hell language that is. So just tell me what you know in simple terms, and I'll be on my way. *Isabella looks around the cafe wildly, like she's looking for someone or something. She quickly throws a few crumpled bills on the table, stands up and shoulder bags her way past a surprised Hunter, nearly knocking him out of the way as she rushes out the door.* *Hunter turns back to the table, shaking his head in frustration. He pulls out his phone and checks it, seeing a new text message on the screen.* HUNTER (muttering to himself) Oh for crying out loud, now what? *He taps on the message, quickly reading it. It's from his lieutenant at the police department, asking him to come back to the station right away. With one last glare at the door that Isabella disappeared through, he places a hand on the table and turns to leave.* HUNTER (to himself) Well, guess that conversation went about as well as I expected. Let's go, Hunter. You've got a job to do. *He storms out of the cafe, leaving the only witness and his latte behind.*