Run: 2025-11-18-01KACPCQ5K7PCD17MAS1R60PHH

## Voice Sheet: Isabella and Hunter **Setting:** A cozy cafe in Alborn, MN. The air smells faintly of cinnamon and coffee beans. Isabella is hunched over her digital camera, her brow furrowed as she scrolls through images. **Isabella:** (Muttering to herself, a soft, troubled sigh escaping her lips in Italian) " *Oh, questa non va... dov'è finito?* (Oh, this isn't right... where did it go?)" **Hunter:** (Approaching her table, his voice a steady, somewhat gruff rumble that cuts through the cafe's gentle hum) "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I ask you a few questions about something that happened around town yesterday?" **Isabella:** (Startled, she looks up, her eyes wide and a flicker of fear crossing her face. She clutches her camera tighter, her response quick and shaky, a torrent of Italian) " *Ieri? Oh, ieri è successo qualcosa di terribile! Non riesco ancora a crederci. Ho visto... ho cercato di fotografare, ma era così spaventoso. Una persona, semplicemente... svanita.* (Yesterday? Oh, yesterday something terrible happened! I still can't believe it. I saw... I tried to photograph, but it was so terrifying. A person, simply... vanished.)" **Hunter:** (His brow furrows, a deep crease appearing between his eyes. He holds up a hand, a gesture of confusion) "Uh, okay. Whoa, slow down there. I didn't get a word of that, miss. Do you speak English?" **Isabella:** (Shakes her head, her face still pale, her Italian words coming out in a rush, a mix of apology and continued distress) " *No, mi dispiace molto. Non parlo inglese. Solo italiano. Stavo solo dicendo che l’evento di ieri... è stato agghiacciante.* (No, I'm so sorry. I don't speak English. Only Italian. I was just saying that yesterday's event... it was chilling.)" **Hunter:** (Lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his short, practical hair. He gestures vaguely around the town) "Yesterday... the... uh... the incident. You saw something?" **Isabella:** (Nods emphatically, her hands gesturing as she tries to convey her meaning, her voice hushed) " *Sì, sì! Dalla finestra, mentre scattavo foto del paesaggio. Una figura... poi, puff! Scomparsa. Come se evaporasse nell'aria.* (Yes, yes! From the window, while I was taking photos of the landscape. A figure... then, poof! Vanished. Like they evaporated into the air.)" **Hunter:** (His eyes narrow, a spark of professional curiosity overriding his linguistic frustration. He points to her camera) "Your camera. Did you... get a picture of anything? Anything at all?" **Isabella:** (Shakes her head again, a fresh wave of distress washing over her) " *No, no! Ho provato, ma era troppo veloce. Ero scioccata. E poi, quando ho guardato le foto che avevo fatto... mancava. C'è un buco, un vuoto dove avrei dovuto avere quella foto.* (No, no! I tried, but it was too fast. I was shocked. And then, when I looked at the photos I had taken... it was missing. There's a hole, a void where I should have had that photo.)" **Hunter:** (Leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, though still laced with the confusion of the language barrier) "Missing? You mean the picture... is gone? From your camera?" **Isabella:** (Nods vigorously, tapping her camera screen with a trembling finger, her voice tight with anxiety) " *Esattamente! Come se non fosse mai successo. Ma io so che è successo. L'ho visto, con i miei occhi.* (Exactly! As if it never happened. But I know it happened. I saw it, with my own eyes.)" **Hunter:** (His phone vibrates loudly in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the caller ID, a muscle in his jaw clenching. He looks back at Isabella, a grim expression on his face) "Alright, look... I gotta take this. Stay here, okay? Or at least... try not to go anywhere. I'll... uh... I'll find someone to translate, and we'll talk more." **Isabella:** (Looks even more troubled, her eyes wide with a plea for understanding, but she nods slowly) " *Va bene... ma per favore, questa cosa è inquietante.* (Okay... but please, this thing is unsettling.)" **Hunter:** (He gives her a curt, slightly awkward nod, already turning to answer his phone as he walks away) "Yeah, unsettling. Got it."