Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5K77RKYN5K3AHCS7J7B00

**Voice Sheet - Cafe Conversation** **Marie:** (Looking up from her camera, her expression polite but distant) "Oui? Je peux vous aider?" **Hunter:** (Pulling out a small notepad, his tone direct and businesslike) "Afternoon, ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm following up on some community reports. Did you happen to be near the old Miller orchard, by the edge of town, yesterday evening? Around sunset?" **Marie:** (Her face pales slightly. She looks down at her camera, her fingers tightening around it. She speaks rapidly, her voice low and shaken) "Le verger? Oui... j'étais là pour les photos. La lumière était... parfaite. Mais puis... il y avait des bruits. Dans les arbres. Pas des animaux. Quelque chose... quelqu'un... qui regardait. J'ai eu tellement peur. J'ai couru. Je n'ai même pas regardé derrière moi." **Hunter:** (Leans in, trying to follow the emotional tone but clearly frustrated by the language barrier) "Ma'am, I need you to slow down. English. Did you see something? Or someone?" **Marie:** (Shakes her head, frustrated, clutching the camera like a talisman. She speaks slowly, as if willing him to understand) "Non anglais. Désolée. Regardez." (She turns her camera screen toward him, scrolling to a series of beautiful, golden-hour shots of the orchard. The last few are blurry, the horizon jerking sideways, as if taken while running. One final, shaky image shows nothing but the dark, dense line of trees at the orchard's far border.) **Hunter:** (Studies the blurry photos, his jaw tightening. The lack of clear communication is grating on him.) "These are from when you got spooked? You didn't see a face? A vehicle? Anything specific?" **Marie:** (Wraps her arms around herself, looking past him toward the quiet street. Her voice is a whisper) "Seulement les ombres. Les ombres dans les pommiers. Elles... bougeaient. Pas avec le vent. C'était comme elles respiraient." **Hunter:** (Sighs, closing his notepad with a snap. He's hit a wall.) "Shadows. Great." (His phone rings sharply in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression turns grim.) "I have to take this." **Marie:** (Watches him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and helplessness.) "S'il vous plaît... faites attention. Cet endroit... il a faim." **Hunter:** (Already turning away, phone to his ear, missing her final, ominous warning.) "Hunter. Yeah. I'm on my way." (He gives Marie a curt, preoccupied nod before striding out of the cafe, leaving her alone with her camera and her untranslated terror.)