Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1GTYK04GVR90PP1VY28FV1

# Scene: The Café on Main Street — Late Afternoon *The bell above the café door jingles as Hunter steps inside, his eyes scanning the room until they land on Isabella, who is staring down at the digital display of her camera with a troubled expression. He crosses the room and pulls out the chair across from her.* **Hunter:** "Ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. You got a minute?" **Isabella:** *looks up, startled, a small gasp catching in her throat* "Mi scusi?" **Hunter:** "I'm trying to track down some folks who might've seen something strange the last few nights. Especially around the festival grounds or out by the river. You haven't, uh, noticed anything out of the ordinary? You've been taking pictures around town, haven't you?" **Isabella:** *shakes her head slowly, then stops, eyes widening* "Io... non capisco. Mi dispiace. Non parlo inglese." **Hunter:** *exhales through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck* "Right. Of course. Look, the camera. Can I see the camera? Pictures?" **Isabella:** *hesitates, fingers tightening around the strap, then slowly slides the camera across the table* "Sì... sì, ieri sera. Vicino al fiume. Stavo fotografando il tramonto, e poi..." **Hunter:** *leans in, studying the screen, brow furrowing* "What am I looking at? There's a woman, and... is that a shadow? Someone was with her?" **Isabella:** *voice rising, hands trembling* "Una donna! Era sola, e poi c'era un'ombra, e lei non c'era più. È scomparsa! Scomparsa! Ho gridato, sono corsa a cercare aiuto, ma quando siamo tornati..." **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa, hey — slow down. I can't — I don't — *pauses, jaw tightening* Look, I need you to take a breath, okay? I want to understand, but I don't speak—" **Isabella:** *frustrated, pointing at the camera, then at the door* "La polizia! Sono già andata alla polizia, ma hanno detto che non è successo niente! Ma io l'ho vista! L'ho vista con questi occhi!" **Hunter:** *holds up a hand, softening his voice* "All right. All right, I believe you saw something. I'm gonna figure this out, okay? Just... don't delete those photos. Capisce? *grimaces at himself* Uh — understood? Got it?" **Isabella:** *blinks, then nods slowly, a flicker of hope crossing her face* "Sì. Capisco." *Hunter's phone buzzes sharply against the tabletop. He glances at the screen, then at her, torn.* **Hunter:** "I have to take this." *steps away, answers in a low voice* "Hunter... yeah. The Henderson place? ...Yeah, I'm on my way." **Isabella:** *stands, reaching toward him* "Mi ascolti! Per favore! Qualcuno deve aiutarla — è ancora là fuori, lo so!" **Hunter:** *turns back, holding up a hand, then pulls a business card from his pocket and sets it on the table* "Stay right here. Don't go anywhere, you hear me? I'll be back. I will be back." **Isabella:** *sinks slowly back into the chair, gripping her camera, whispering* "Nessuno mi crede..." **Hunter:** *pauses at the door, glances back at her hunched figure, mutters to himself* "I don't know what she said. But she saw something. And I'm gonna find out what." *The door swings shut behind him. The bell jingles again. Isabella stares at the card on the table, then down at the photo on her camera — the woman by the river, the shadow, the empty space where she had been.*