Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5PXTD71VSHEMV8ARGYWJY

### Voice Sheet: Scene at the Cafe **Maria**: (Sitting alone at a small table, examining her camera with a slight frown, tracing a finger over the lens as if recalling something unsettling. She jumps slightly when Hunter approaches.) **Hunter**: (Pulls out his badge, his tone flat and professional) “Ma’am, Detective Hunter Reed. Mind if I ask you a few questions? There was an incident two nights ago by the old cider mill—some locals say they saw a person with a camera in the area around dusk. That you?” **Maria**: (Looks up, eyes wide. Her voice is soft but urgent, the words tumbling out in a rush of Spanish) *“Lo siento, no hablo inglés. Pero… la otra noche, en el molino… vi algo. Alguien estaba allí, en el bosque, más allá del edificio. No era una persona… quiero decir, no se movía como una persona. Era solo una sombra, pero… profunda. Fría. Y luego desapareció. Y mi cámara… todas las fotos de esa noche, están borrosas. Como si algo hubiera pasado a través de ellas.”* (She gestures to her camera with a trembling hand.) **Hunter**: (Stares blankly, his brow furrowed. He leans in slightly, as if that will help him understand. His voice tightens with frustration) “I’m… not catching any of that. Do. You. Speak. English? Did. You. See. Anything? At the mill?” **Maria**: (Shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself. She speaks slower now, but the distress is clearer, her Spanish more deliberate) *“No inglés. Por favor, es importante. La sombra… y después, el sonido. Como un susurro de hojas, pero no había viento. Algo está mal aquí. Algo está en este pueblo.”* **Hunter**: (Sighs heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances around the near-empty cafe, then back at Maria, his expression a mix of suspicion and mounting confusion. He speaks slowly, enunciating each word as if to a child) “Okay. I’m going to… need to find someone who can… translate. Don’t leave town.” **(A sharp, insistent ringtone cuts the tense silence. Hunter pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, glances at the screen, and his posture stiffens.)** **Hunter**: (Into the phone, his voice low and immediate) “Reed.” (A pause. His eyes flick to Maria, then away, his jaw tightening.) “Where? The same condition? … I’m on my way. Ten minutes.” **(He ends the call and looks back at Maria, his professional mask fully restored.)** **Hunter**: “We’ll have to pick this up later. Sit tight.” (He doesn’t wait for a response she can’t give, turning and striding out of the cafe, leaving Maria alone with her camera and her untold warning.)