Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEAFZSEVJSBAV6M5809D42H

# Scene: Café Encounter The bell above the door of the Alborn Diner jingles softly. Isabella sits by the window, scrolling through photos on her camera—shots of red barns, golden fields, the fog rolling over Miller's Pond at dawn. Her coffee has gone cold beside her. Outside, a police cruiser sits parked at an odd angle, lights still spinning lazily. --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled)* "Oh—scusi, non ho capito. Cosa è successo?" **Hunter:** *(pausing, brow furrowed)* "...I'm sorry, what?" **Isabella:** *(gesturing toward her camera, voice trembling)* "Ero al parco questa mattina. Ho sentito delle urla. Non sapevo cosa fare, mi sono spaventata così tanto." **Hunter:** "Okay, I— I don't understand a word of that. Do you speak any English at all?" **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, eyes welling up)* "No, no inglese. Mi dispiace. Sono così confusa, ho ancora paura." **Hunter:** *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Alright. Alright, just— just stay calm. I'm gonna figure this out." **Isabella:** *(pointing at the camera screen, hands shaking slightly)* "Guardi, guardi queste foto. Le ho scattate stamattina vicino al bosco. C'era qualcosa che non andava, lo sentivo." **Hunter:** *(leaning in, studying the photos despite not understanding her)* "You took these today? Near the woods?" *(pointing to the treeline in one shot)* "This—this area here, that's close to where the Delgado kid went missing." **Isabella:** *(nodding rapidly, though clearly not understanding the specifics)* "Sì, sì, il bosco. Ho visto qualcosa muoversi tra gli alberi. Mi sono spaventata e sono scappata." **Hunter:** "I really wish I knew what you were saying right now." *(pulling out a small notepad)* "Okay. I'm gonna need someone who speaks Italian. Can you—can you just, stay here? Don't go anywhere." **Isabella:** *(worried, glancing at the door)* "Non capisco cosa vuole che faccia. Devo restare?" **Hunter:** *(holding up a hand, slow and deliberate)* "Stay. Just—stay put." Hunter's radio crackles at his hip. A voice, tense and urgent, comes through in bursts of static. **Radio Voice:** "Detective Hunter, we got something out at the old Whitmore property. You're gonna want to see this." **Hunter:** *(exhaling sharply)* "Copy that, on my way." *(turning back to Isabella)* "I have to go. Just—don't leave town, alright? I'll find someone to translate." **Isabella:** *(standing slightly, voice pleading)* "Aspetti, per favore! C'è qualcosa che devo dirle, è importante!" **Hunter:** *(already halfway to the door, glancing back with a frustrated but not unkind look)* "I'll be back. I promise." The bell jingles again as he disappears into the gray afternoon. Isabella sinks back into her chair, clutching her camera to her chest, eyes fixed on the photograph still glowing on the screen—a dark shape half-hidden among the trees.