VOICE SHEET – "Café Encounter in Alborn" [Setting: A quiet corner of the Alborn Coffee Mill, a small rustic café with checkered curtains and the scent of cinnamon in the air. Maria is seated by the window, quietly reviewing photos on her camera. Hunter enters, badge subtly visible, and approaches her with a notepad in hand.] Hunter: "Ma’am, mind if I ask you a few questions? I’m Detective Hunter. Been going around town talking to people who were out during the festival." Maria: *(look up startled, clutching her camera)* "¡Dios mío! ¿Qué? ¿Quién es usted?" Hunter: "Uh… sorry. You speak English?" Maria: *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "No… no hablo inglés. Solo español. ¿Qué quiere?" Hunter: *(frowning, trying to keep calm)* "Right. No English. Okay… listen, I just need to know—were you in town last weekend? During the Apple Festival?" Maria: *(nervously glancing around)* "Sí, estaba aquí. Tomé fotos… del pueblo, del bosque al norte. Pero… algo pasó. Vi una luz extraña… entre los árboles. No era normal. Y luego… el hombre… el de la chaqueta roja… desapareció." Hunter: *(scribbling, confused)* "Uh… red… jacket? Man disappeared? Wait—did you see someone go missing?" Maria: *(more agitated)* "¡Sí! Cerca del viejo silo. Fui a tomar una foto del atardecer y él caminaba solo. Luego, solo… polvo en el aire. Nada más. No entiendo. Llamé, pero… nada." Hunter: "Old silo? North of town? You see anything else? Lights? Sounds?" Maria: "¡Luces azules! Como relámpagos silenciosos. Y un zumbido… bajo, como un motor lejano. No quise acercarme. Corrí." Hunter: *(leans in, intrigued but skeptical)* "Blue lights… old silo… you report this to anyone?" Maria: *(shakes head, eyes wide)* "No… nadie habla español aquí. No me entienden." [ Hunter’s radio crackles. His phone rings. He answers it sharply. ] Hunter: *(into phone)* "Hunter… What? Near the quarry? Same description—red jacket? On my way." [He pockets the phone, stands up.] Hunter: "Stay put, okay? Don’t leave town. We might need you to… uh… show us where this happened." Maria: "¿Qué pasa? ¿Otro desaparecido?" Hunter: "Yeah… looks like it. Even if I can’t understand you, you might’ve just seen something important." [He gives her a firm nod, then strides out. Maria watches him leave, fingers tightening around her camera, whispering to herself.] Maria: *(softly)* "No fue un accidente… algo en esos bosques los quiere." [FADE OUT.]