**Voice Sheet – Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of “Hazel’s Apple Press Café” in Alborn, MN. Morning light filters through the window. Isabella sits at a small table, reviewing photos on her camera. She looks concerned. Hunter enters, badge subtly visible, and approaches.* --- **Hunter:** (calm, direct) Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some reports about unusual activity near the old orchard last night. Did you happen to be around there yesterday afternoon? Maybe take any photos? --- **Isabella:** (startled, looks up at him, frowning slightly) Cosa? Io... io non capisco. Parla inglese? (What? I... I don’t understand. Do you speak English?) --- **Hunter:** (pauses, confused; raises brows) Uh... no. No English? (leans in slightly, slower) I said—did you see anything strange near the orchard? --- **Isabella:** (growing uneasy, voice trembling) Io ho visto... una persona. Nel bosco. Non si muoveva. Poi... sparito. Come un fantasma. Perché mi chiede questo? C’è un problema? (I saw... a person. In the woods. Not moving. Then... disappeared. Like a ghost. Why are you asking me this? Is there a problem?) --- **Hunter:** (frowning, trying to piece it together) You... saw someone? In the woods? (gestures toward the window, toward the forest) Yes? No? --- **Isabella:** (nodding rapidly, pointing her camera toward the woods) Sì! Con la mia macchina fotografica! Ho fatto una foto... ma adesso... non c’è più. È scomparsa. La foto... (Yes! With my camera! I took a photo... but now... it’s gone. It disappeared. The photo...) --- **Hunter:** (tense, intrigued but frustrated) The photo’s gone? Like... deleted? Or corrupted? --- **Isabella:** (shaking her head, eyes wide) No! Non è possibile! L’ho controllata dieci volte! Era lì... e ora non c’è! E lui... (pauses, breathes hard) Aveva gli occhi... vuoti. (No! It's not possible! I checked ten times! It was there... and now it's gone! And he... had empty eyes.) --- **Hunter:** (leans forward, serious) Empty eyes? You're sure? (muttering) That matches the third witness... --- *Hunter’s phone rings sharply. He pulls it from his belt.* --- **Hunter:** (into phone) Hunter. — What? Where? — The mill bridge? Again? — Stay on it. I’m on my way. *(Hangs up, turns to Isabella, apologetic but urgent)* Look, I need to go. But... can I come back? Maybe someone can help translate. This is important. --- **Isabella:** (clutching her camera, anxious) C’è qualcuno che scompare? Perché non mi dice niente? (Someone is disappearing? Why won’t you tell me anything?) --- **Hunter:** (softly, knowing she won’t understand) I wish I could explain. Just... stay out of the woods. Please. *(He gives her a nod, then turns and strides out of the café. Isabella watches him go, then looks down at her camera, hesitant, before whispering to herself.)* --- **Isabella:** (quietly, to herself) Forse non dovrei sviluppare queste foto... (Maybe I shouldn't develop these photos...) *Fade out.*