Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5ST16FAEEN23FA9N6SGCQ

**Voice Sheet - Scene: Cafe Encounter** **ISABELLA:** *(Sitting alone at a small cafe table, turning her digital camera over in her hands, studying the screen. Her expression is pale and distant. She mutters to herself in Italian.)* Non è possibile... le foto... sono sparite anche quelle... (It's not possible... the photos... they're gone too...) **HUNTER:** *(Approaches the table, posture firm and official. He flips open a small notebook.)* Excuse me. Ma’am? I’m Detective Miller. I’m investigating the incident at the old mill last night. Several witnesses said they saw a young woman with a camera in that area around dusk. That was you, wasn’t it? **ISABELLA:** *(Startled, looks up. She recognizes his tone and demeanor as police. Her eyes widen with fresh anxiety. The words tumble out rapidly in Italian.)* Sì, io... io ero lì. Per le foto del tramonto. Ma poi... ho sentito dei suoni. Non erano normali. Come... un sospiro, ma dal legno stesso. E l’aria, era diventata così fredda, improvvisamente. (Yes, I... I was there. For the sunset photos. But then... I heard sounds. They weren't normal. Like... a sigh, but from the wood itself. And the air, it got so cold, all of a sudden.) **HUNTER:** *(His brow furrows deeply in confusion. He holds up a hand, palm out.)* Whoa, whoa. Slow down. English. Do you speak English? What did you see? **ISABELLA:** *(Frustrated, she gestures with her camera, speaking even more emphatically.)* Non capisce? La macchina fotografica! C'era qualcosa nelle foto, una figura, ma adesso... guardi! Il file è corropto. Tutto è vuoto. Come se non fossi mai stata lì. (You don't understand? The camera! There was something in the photos, a figure, but now... look! The file is corrupted. Everything is empty. As if I was never there.) **HUNTER:** *(Rubs his temple, exasperated. He points at the camera, then at his eyes.)* Pictures. Did you take pictures? Can I see? **ISABELLA:** *(She thrusts the camera toward him, pointing frantically at the blank display.)* Vuoto! Tutto vuoto! E la sensazione... quella sensazione di essere osservata. Non è sparita. (Empty! All empty! And the feeling... that feeling of being watched. It hasn't gone away.) **HUNTER:** *(He takes the camera, examines it briefly, but sees only an error message on the screen. He hands it back, his voice flat and skeptical.)* Looks like a memory card error. Happens. Did you see anyone *else*? A person? Anything concrete? **ISABELLA:** *(She slumps back in her chair, looking defeated and frightened. She whispers.)* Non una persona... un'ombra. Un'ombra che respirava. E i fiori, l’edera... si sono ritirati. (Not a person... a shadow. A shadow that breathed. And the flowers, the ivy... they pulled back.) **HUNTER:** *(He snaps his notebook shut, clearly dismissing her account as a language barrier issue or an overactive imagination.)* Right. A breathing shadow. Listen, if you remember anything that makes actual sense, have the college contact the station. We have translators. **ISABELLA:** *(Leans forward, desperate, grabbing his sleeve lightly.)* Aspetti! Per favore, non vada là! C'è una tristezza... una fame. (Wait! Please, don't go there! There is a sadness... a hunger.) **HUNTER:** *(His phone rings sharply on his belt. He pulls his arm back, glancing at the caller ID. His expression turns grim.)* I have to take this. *(He answers the phone, stepping away from the table.)* Miller. Yeah? Where? The apple orchards? I’m on my way. **HUNTER:** *(He turns back to Isabella for a moment, giving her a brief, stern look as he pockets his phone.)* Stay out of the old buildings. And get that card looked at. *(He turns and strides quickly out of the cafe.)* **ISABELLA:** *(Watches him go, then looks down at her useless camera. She whispers to the empty seat across from her.)* Era lì. E ora è uscita. (It was there. And now it is out.)