Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE8Q30GEFD5SM1N2C0GYZNZ

**Scene: A quiet café in Alborn, MN. Isabella sits at a small table near the window, scrolling through photos on her camera. Her hands tremble slightly. Hunter approaches, badge clipped to his belt, notebook in hand.** Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter, local PD. Were you out near the orchard last night? There was another disappearance reported this morning." Isabella: *(startled, gripping her camera tighter)* "Cosa? Non... non capisco. Che cosa è successo?" Hunter: *(pausing, brow furrowing)* "Uh... you speak English? I just need to ask a few questions about last night." Isabella: "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Ero lì— ho visto qualcosa. Qualcosa di strano, vicino agli alberi." Hunter: *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay, that's... not English. Let me try this differently." *(He points to her camera.)* "Photos. Did you take photos? Last night?" Isabella: *(nodding quickly, scrolling to a photo, turning the screen toward him)* "Sì, sì— guarda. Questa foto. C'era una luce strana, e poi... poi non c'era più nessuno. Ho sentito delle voci, ma quando mi sono voltata—" Hunter: *(leaning in, studying the photo)* "I can't understand a word of that, but... this shot. Where was this taken?" Isabella: *(pointing outside, toward the tree line beyond the café window, her voice shaking)* "Là. Vicino al vecchio granaio. Ho avuto tanta paura, Detective. Non so cosa ho visto." Hunter: "Granaio... barn? You mean the old Whitfield barn?" *(He gestures broadly, mimicking a building shape.)* Isabella: *(nodding, relieved he understood something)* "Sì! Il granaio! Esattamente lì." Hunter: "Alright. That's something, at least." *(He pulls out his notebook, jotting down notes.)* "I'm gonna need someone to translate this properly. Can you—" **His phone rings sharply. He glances at the screen, jaw tightening.** Hunter: "Detective Hunter." *(pause)* "Where? ...Alright, I'm on my way." *(He hangs up, turning back to Isabella.)* Hunter: "I have to go. Something's come up." *(He hesitates, then taps the camera gently.)* "Don't delete anything. I'll be back with someone who can translate. Stay put, alright?" Isabella: *(confused but sensing urgency, nodding slowly)* "Va bene... capisco che devi andare. Ma per favore, torna. Ho paura." Hunter: *(already turning to leave, calling back)* "I'll be back. Just... stay safe." **He hurries out of the café. Isabella watches him go, then looks back down at her camera, her fingers trembling as she stares at the photograph once more.**