Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5BS62PBBANFJ35ME7Q945

**Voice Sheet** **Scene:** A small, rustic cafe on Alborn's main street. Marie sits at a wrought-iron table, a half-finished espresso in front of her. She stares intently at the digital display of her professional camera, her expression troubled. Detective Hunter approaches. **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" *Marie looks up, startled. She quickly closes the shutter on her camera lens, a protective gesture.* **Marie:** "Pardon? Je... je ne parle pas anglais. Désolée." **Hunter:** *(Sighs quietly, pulling out a small notepad. He speaks slowly and clearly.)* "Right. Okay. I just need to know if you were downtown last night. Around midnight. Did you see anything... unusual? Anyone?" *Marie understands the gist from his tone and gestures. She grows visibly more agitated, her hands trembling slightly as she clutches her camera. She speaks rapidly in French, her voice low and distressed.* **Marie:** "Hier soir? Oui, j'étais là... pour photographier la pleine lune sur les vieux bâtiments. C'était tellement calme. Et puis... et puis j'ai vu quelque chose. Une lumière étrange, derrière la bibliothèque. Ce n'était pas une lampe. Elle bougeait... et puis il y a eu un cri. Étouffé. J'ai eu si peur que je me suis enfuie. Je pense que quelqu'un était là. Quelqu'un qui ne voulait pas être vu." **Hunter:** *(Leans in, trying to read her face. He’s frustrated by the language barrier but can see her genuine fear.)* "A light? A person? I need details. Can you show me on your camera? Did you take any pictures?" *He gestures to her camera, then pantomimes taking a photo. Marie shakes her head vehemently, hugging the camera to her chest.* **Marie:** "Non! Non, je n'ai rien photographié. J'ai trop eu peur. C'était... maléfique. Cette lumière. Je le sens." (No! No, I didn't take any pictures. I was too scared. It was... evil. That light. I can feel it.) *Hunter is about to try another approach when his police radio crackles to life on his belt. He holds up a finger to Marie, a universal signal to wait.* **Hunter:** "Hunter." *(He listens for a moment, his expression turning grim.)* "Understood. On my way. Ten minutes." *He clips the radio back onto his belt and turns back to Marie, his demeanor all business again.* **Hunter:** "I have to go. Don't leave town. Stay where people can see you." *He delivers the instructions with forceful gestures—pointing at her, then at the ground, then making a broad sweeping motion to indicate the public area. Marie just stares at him, wide-eyed and confused. Hunter gives a curt nod and strides quickly out of the cafe, leaving Marie alone and more shaken than before.*