**Voice Sheet – Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of “Cider Press Café,” during the week after the annual Apple Festival. Morning light filters through the window. Isabella is reviewing photos on her camera. Hunter enters, badge briefly visible under his jacket, and approaches her with a notepad in hand.* --- **Hunter:** (calm, direct) Excuse me, miss. Do you have a moment? I’m with the county sheriff’s office. I’d like to ask you a few questions about what you might’ve seen during the festival last weekend. --- **Isabella:** (startled, looking up—soft gasp—then speaking quickly, emotionally in Italian) *Che succede? Non capisco… C’è stato qualcosa di strano nell’aria, sai? Quella notte… vicino al vecchio silo… ho visto una figura. Non muoveva come una persona normale. E poi… poi il bagliore. Blu, intenso. E silenzio—tutto si è fermato. Il mio scatto… non c’è niente nella foto! Niente! Ma l’ho visto! So che c’era qualcuno… o qualcosa!* *(What’s happening? I don’t understand… There was something strange in the air, you know? That night… near the old silo… I saw a figure. It didn’t move like a regular person. And then… the light. Bright blue. And silence—everything stopped. My photo… there’s nothing in the picture! Nothing! But I saw it! I know someone—something—was there!)* --- **Hunter:** (frowning, shifting weight—confused, trying to stay composed) I… uh. Sorry. I don’t understand Italian. At all. Can you—do you speak English? Just a little? --- **Isabella:** (frustrated, switching to hesitant, broken English) I… no, sorry. My English… not good. But—photo. I take picture. That night. Festival. Near silo. Man… no. Not man. Light. Blue. And then—empty. No one. But—before, yes! Someone there! --- **Hunter:** (leaning in slightly, tone softening) You saw something near the silo? After the festival? A person? Or… something else? --- **Isabella:** (nodding fast, gesturing with her camera) Sì! After. Midnight. Strange light. Like… electricity. And silence—no sound. Birds. Wind. Nothing. And then… gone. Camera—broken? No. But photo… blank. Like… memory erased. --- **Hunter:** (scribbling notes, eyebrows raised) A blank photo… after seeing a blue light? You didn’t hear anything? Or see anyone else? --- **Isabella:** (shaking head, voice trembling) No. Only… fear. I felt fear. Strong. Like—animal knows danger. I run. I don’t look back. --- **Hunter:** (quietly, more to himself) Third time someone’s mentioned that silo. First real witness, though… even if I can’t understand half of what she’s saying. *(To Isabella)* You did good. Thank you. This helps. Stay in town a while longer? --- **Isabella:** (nods) Yes. One more week. School. Nature photos. --- **Hunter:** (stiff nod) Alright. Don’t go back there alone. If you remember anything else… here. *(He places a business card on the table.)* **Phone rings—sharp, urgent. Hunter answers.** --- **Hunter:** (into phone) Hunter. … What? Where? … On my way. *(To Isabella)* Gotta go. Stay safe. --- *(Hunter exits swiftly. Isabella watches him leave, then stares at her camera—hesitant, afraid—before snapping a quiet photo of her own trembling hands.)* **FADE OUT.**