Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEA6DVGM132WN3D2PEEK7SP

**Scene: Cafe on Main Street, Alborn, MN — Late Afternoon** *Isabella sits at a small table outside the cafe, scrolling through photos on her camera. She pauses on an image, her brow furrowing slightly, before Hunter approaches, notepad in hand.* Hunter: "Afternoon, ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Isabella: *(glancing up, uncertain)* "Mi scusi?" Hunter: "I'm investigating something that happened near the orchard two nights ago. Were you out that way at all? Taking pictures, maybe?" Isabella: *(shaking her head slightly, confused)* "Non capisco inglese. Parla italiano?" Hunter: *(pausing, brow furrowed)* "...I'm sorry, what?" Isabella: *(more urgently, gesturing toward her camera)* "Ho visto qualcosa. Qualcosa di strano, vicino al frutteto. Era buio, ma... ho sentito delle voci." Hunter: "Whoa, slow down. I don't— I don't speak Italian." Isabella: *(frustrated, pressing a hand to her chest)* "Non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace, non capisco quello che dice." Hunter: *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay. Okay, let's try this a different way." *(He points to her camera.)* "Can I see that? Photos. Pictures?" Isabella: *(hesitating, then nodding slowly)* "Foto?" *(She turns the camera toward him, flipping through images with trembling fingers.)* "Guardi. Qui. Questo... non dovrebbe esserci." Hunter: *(leaning in, studying the screen)* "That's... the old barn off County Road 9. What is that, some kind of light?" Isabella: *(shaking her head, eyes wide)* "Non lo so. Non lo so cosa fosse. Ho avuto paura." Hunter: "You're scared. I get that much." *(He taps the screen gently.)* "Can I— can I get copies of these? It's important." Isabella: *(uncertain, but nodding)* "Sì... sì, va bene. Ma... per favore, sia attento." Hunter: "I wish I knew what you were telling me, but I'm gonna go ahead and assume that's a yes." *Hunter's phone buzzes sharply. He glances at it, jaw tightening.* Hunter: "Dispatch. Gotta take this." *(He stands, pointing at the camera, then at himself.)* "Don't go anywhere. I'll get someone who speaks Italian. Capisce? Someone else. Talk. Later." Isabella: *(nodding, still shaken)* "Va bene. La aspetto." Hunter: "Right. Yeah. Okay." *He hurries off, phone pressed to his ear, leaving Isabella alone at the table, staring back down at the unsettling photograph glowing on her camera screen.*