Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE92B2Q3QT1DCSKBZTGNFN3

**Scene: Cafe on Main Street, Alborn, MN** Isabella: *(scrolling through photos on her camera screen, murmuring to herself)* "Che luce incredibile ieri sera... peccato per quello che è successo dopo." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Were you around the orchard last night? There's been another disappearance—Tom Whitfield, the apple farmer. Anything you can tell me would help." Isabella: *(looking up, startled)* "Oh—scusi, non capisco. Cosa ha detto?" Hunter: *(pausing, brow furrowed)* "...You don't speak English?" Isabella: "Inglese? No, no... Sono italiana. Parlo solo italiano." *(gesturing helplessly, then holding up her camera)* "Ho delle foto. Forse... forse possono aiutare?" Hunter: *(sighing, rubbing his temple)* "Great. Just great. Look, I don't know what you're saying, but you seem upset. Did you see something out there?" Isabella: *(voice trembling, pointing to the camera screen)* "Ho visto una luce strana nel campo. E poi... un'ombra. Correva. Non era normale, detective. Mi fa paura." Hunter: *(leaning in, trying to read her expression)* "A light? Shadow? I—look, can you just show me the pictures? Photos, camera, show me?" *(motions toward the camera)* Isabella: *(nodding quickly, turning the camera toward him)* "Sì, sì, guardi qui. Questa è l'ultima foto che ho scattato prima che sentissi delle urla." Hunter: *(squinting at the screen)* "That's... just trees. Dark blur maybe. Could be nothing. Could be something." *(mutters)* "This town keeps getting stranger." Isabella: *(shaking her head, distressed)* "Non capisce. Non era nulla di normale. Le urla... venivano dal capanno vicino al melo grande. Ho paura che sia successo qualcosa di terribile." Hunter: "I wish I understood half of what you're telling me right now." *(phone buzzes in his pocket, he checks it, expression hardening)* "Dispatch. They found something out by the orchard fence." Isabella: *(watching his face change, worried)* "Cosa? Cosa succede?" Hunter: "I have to go. Stay here—actually, don't go anywhere, alright? I'll get someone who speaks Italian to come talk to you properly." *(standing, grabbing his jacket)* Isabella: *(grabbing his sleeve briefly, urgent)* "Aspetti! Deve saperlo—quell'ombra... non era umana. Ne sono certa." Hunter: *(pausing, meeting her eyes—something in her tone giving him pause even without understanding the words)* "...Yeah. I think I need to hear that translated. Stay put." *(turns and hurries out the door)* Isabella: *(alone at the table, looking down at her camera screen, whispering)* "Che cosa ho fotografato ieri sera..."