Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5CEA7ZH2388C8W0T2044P

**VOICE SHEET - SCENE EXCERPT** **Setting:** A small, cozy cafe on Main Street in Alborn, MN. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods is in the air. Isabella is sitting alone at a wrought-iron table, intently scrolling through photos on her digital camera. She looks pale and preoccupied. **(Hunter approaches the table. He flashes his badge briefly but doesn't sit.)** **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Ward. I understand you were down by the old mill creek bridge yesterday afternoon. Is that correct?" **(Isabella looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide. She clutches her camera a little tighter.)** **Isabella:** *"Sì, io... ero lì. Per le foto."* (Yes, I... was there. For the photos.) **Hunter:** (His expression remains flat, but a flicker of confusion crosses his eyes.) "The bridge. Did you see anything unusual? Anyone else around?" **(Isabella shakes her head rapidly, then nods, then seems to struggle for words. She leans forward, her voice dropping to a hushed, anxious whisper.)** **Isabella:** *"Non era una persona. Non proprio. C'era una... una figura. Tra gli alberi, dall'altra parte dell'acqua. Era ferma, mi guardava. E poi... la luce. Una luce strana, come un bagliore, ma spento. Ho preso la fotocamera ma... era sparita. La figura, la luce, tutto."* (It wasn't a person. Not really. There was a... a figure. Among the trees, across the water. It was still, watching me. And then... the light. A strange light, like a glow, but dull. I raised my camera but... it was gone. The figure, the light, everything.) **(Hunter stares at her, completely lost. He rubs the bridge of his nose in mild frustration.)** **Hunter:** "Look, I don't... I don't understand. Did you see a person? A man? A woman? A vehicle?" **(Isabella becomes more agitated, gesturing with her hands toward the window, as if pointing toward the woods.)** **Isabella:** *"No, no, ascolti! Non era normale! L'aria... era diventata fredda all'improvviso. E il silenzio. Anche gli uccelli hanno smesso. Ho sentito... un ronzio. Un ronzio dentro le ossa."* (No, no, listen! It wasn't normal! The air... it got cold all of a sudden. And the silence. Even the birds stopped. I felt... a humming. A humming in my bones.) **(Just as Hunter is about to speak again, his phone vibrates loudly in his pocket. He holds up a finger to Isabella, who falls silent, looking even more troubled.)** **Hunter:** "Ward... Yeah. Where? When? Got it. On my way." **(He pockets the phone, his demeanor all business again. He looks down at Isabella, who seems small and shaken in her chair.)** **Hunter:** "I have to go. Stay in town. We'll... we'll need to talk again. With a translator." **(He turns and strides out of the cafe without another word. Isabella watches him go, then looks down at her camera. Slowly, she turns it on and begins scrolling again, stopping on a blurry, grayish photo of dense trees and murky water. She zooms in on a shadowy, indistinct shape near the center of the frame, her expression one of deep fear.)**