Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE93QGTFD1PXQNACWF8H3WT

# Café Scene - Alborn, MN Isabella: *(scrolling through photos on her camera screen, pausing on one that makes her frown)* "Che cosa... questo non dovrebbe essere qui." Hunter: *(approaching the table, notepad already in hand)* "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions? I understand you were out near Miller's Creek yesterday evening, around the time the Hendricks girl went missing." Isabella: *(looking up, startled)* "Scusi? Non... non capisco. Cosa è successo?" Hunter: *(pausing, brow furrowing)* "I'm sorry — do you not speak English?" Isabella: *(shaking her head, gesturing helplessly toward her camera)* "No inglese. Mi dispiace. Sono qui per lo scambio, per la scuola." *(she taps the camera screen again, hands trembling slightly)* "Ho visto qualcosa. Ieri sera. Una figura, vicino all'acqua. Non era normale." Hunter: *(sitting down slowly across from her, watching her expression)* "Okay. Okay, I don't understand a word of that, but you look pretty rattled. Something scared you, didn't it?" *(he points to the camera)* "Can I see that?" Isabella: *(hesitates, then slides the camera toward him, pointing at the photo)* "Guardi. Qui. Non so cosa sia. Ho paura." Hunter: *(studying the image on the small screen, his jaw tightening)* "That's... huh. That treeline by the creek. Same spot where we found her scarf this morning." *(looking back up at her)* "You took this last night?" Isabella: *(nodding vigorously, pointing to the timestamp)* "Sì, sì. Ieri sera. Tardi. Ero lì per le foto — il paesaggio, il tramonto. Ma poi ho visto quella cosa e sono scappata." Hunter: *(rubbing his temple)* "I really wish I'd paid more attention in that community college Spanish class — not that it'd help me here." *(he pulls out his phone, opens a translation app, types quickly, turns the screen toward her)* "Did. You. See. A person?" Isabella: *(reading the screen, her eyes widening, she nods fast)* "Sì! Una persona. Ma... non sono sicura fosse umana. Si muoveva strano. Stranamente." *(she shivers, wrapping her arms around herself)* Hunter: *(typing again, showing her)* "Can I keep this photo? For the case?" Isabella: *(nodding, already reaching to detach her memory card, handing it to him with careful fingers)* "Sì. Prenda. Per favore, trovate quella ragazza." Hunter: *(pocketing the card, giving her a small, genuine nod)* "Thank you. Grazie — that much I know." *(his phone buzzes sharply in his jacket pocket; he glances at the screen, expression hardening)* "Damn it. That's dispatch." Isabella: *(watching his face change, alarmed)* "Cosa? Che succede?" Hunter: *(standing abruptly, already pulling on his coat)* "I have to go. They found something out at the old mill." *(he pauses, softer, pointing to her, then to himself, then miming a phone)* "I'll be back. We'll figure out the language thing. Stay in town, alright?" Isabella: *(standing too, clutching her now-empty camera, voice small)* "Per favore... sia attento." Hunter: *(already halfway to the door, calling back)* "Yeah. You too."