Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE96N3J7QGWV2K6QS8W9DVE

# Café Scene - Alborn, MN **Isabella:** *(scrolling through photos on her camera, murmuring to herself)* "Questa luce era perfetta ieri..." **Hunter:** *(approaching the table, pulling out a small notepad)* "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions? I understand you were out near Miller's Orchard yesterday evening, around the time the Kowalski girl went missing." **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled)* "Cosa? Non... non capisco. Che cosa è successo?" **Hunter:** *(brow furrowing)* "Ma'am, I need you to slow down for me. English?" **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, gripping her camera tighter)* "No, no inglese. Mi scusi, ma non parlo inglese. Sono italiana." **Hunter:** *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Italian. Great. Okay, um—" *(pointing to her camera)* "Photos? Did you take photos? Yesterday? Orchard?" **Isabella:** *(her eyes widening, voice trembling)* "L'orchard... sì, ero lì. Ho visto qualcosa di strano. Una donna, correva, e poi... poi è scomparsa tra gli alberi. Ho sentito un grido. Mi ha spaventato molto." **Hunter:** *(watching her face, sensing distress despite not understanding)* "Whoa, hey—you're shaking. Something scared you out there, didn't it?" *(gesturing calmly)* "Can I see the pictures? The camera?" **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, turning the camera toward him with unsteady hands)* "Sì, sì, le foto. Guardi qui—questa è l'ultima che ho scattato prima di sentire il grido. Dopo, ho avuto troppa paura per continuare a fotografare." **Hunter:** *(squinting at the small screen, scrolling)* "This tree line here—this is the north ridge, right? By the old fence line?" *(pauses, realizing she doesn't understand)* "The... fence. The trees. Where?" **Isabella:** *(pointing at the photo, then gesturing toward the window, toward the direction of the orchard)* "Là. Vicino agli alberi grandi, dove finiscono i meli. C'era una nebbia strana quella sera, quasi innaturale." **Hunter:** *(nodding slowly, jotting notes despite the language gap)* "Fog. Near the tall trees. Okay. That's—that's helpful, actually." *(looks at her)* "You saw someone. A woman. Running?" **Isabella:** *(voice cracking, clearly reliving the memory)* "Sì, correva così velocemente. Non ho mai visto qualcuno correre così. E poi il silenzio. Un silenzio terribile." **Hunter:** *(his phone buzzing insistently in his pocket, glancing down at it)* "Hang on—" *(answers)* "Hunter. ... Where? ... Alright, I'm on my way, five minutes." **Hunter:** *(standing quickly, pointing to the camera and then to himself)* "I need copies. Of these. Someone will come get you—translator. Interpreter. Okay?" *(already backing toward the door)* "Stay here. Don't go anywhere. *Capisce?*" **Isabella:** *(managing a small, confused nod, clutching the camera to her chest)* "Va bene... aspetterò." **Hunter:** *(pausing at the door, looking back at her with a grim expression)* "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." *(He exits quickly, leaving Isabella alone at the table, staring anxiously at the photographs still glowing on her camera screen.)*