Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5ZBXJF61WEK7AAFREK2A4

**Voice Sheet** **Setting:** A small, cozy cafe in Alborn, MN. The air smells of fresh coffee and baked goods. **[SOUND of gentle cafe chatter, soft jazz music, a distant espresso machine]** **Maria:** (softly, to herself, in Spanish) *"No puedo creerlo... La luz en esa foto... era diferente. Como si algo... o alguien... se estuviera moviendo en la oscuridad."* (I can't believe it... The light in that photo... it was different. As if something... or someone... was moving in the darkness.) **[SOUND of chair legs scraping lightly on the floor]** **Hunter:** (voice firm, professional) "Excuse me. Miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the... situation from last night at the old mill. I was told you were down by the river taking pictures around that time. Did you see anything unusual?" **Maria:** (looks up, startled. Her voice is shaky and rapid) *"¡Lo siento, no hablo inglés! ¿El molino? Sí, sí, yo estaba allí. Pero las fotos... no son normales. Hay algo allí. En el agua, o... detrás de los árboles. Me dio mucho miedo."* (I'm sorry, I don't speak English! The mill? Yes, yes, I was there. But the photos... they're not normal. There's something there. In the water, or... behind the trees. It scared me very much.) **Hunter:** (frustrated, sighs) "You don't... Right. Okay. (speaking slower, louder, as if volume will help) Pictures. You. Take pictures? At the mill? Last night?" **Maria:** (nods vigorously, holds up her camera, pointing at it and then gesturing toward the window in the direction of the river) *"Sí, fotos. Muchas fotos. Pero cuando revisé... en esta... (taps her camera screen)... hay una forma. Una sombra. No debería estar allí. No la vi con mis propios ojos."* (Yes, photos. Many photos. But when I checked... on this... there is a shape. A shadow. It shouldn't be there. I didn't see it with my own eyes.) **Hunter:** (leans in, trying to understand the gestures. His tone is urgent but controlled) "A shadow? In the photo? Can I... can I see the camera? The pictures?" **Maria:** (clutches the camera closer to her chest, protective and anxious) *"No entiendo. Usted es policía? Detective? Por favor, tiene que mirar. Pero... tengo miedo de lo que pueda encontrar."* (I don't understand. You are police? Detective? Please, you have to look. But... I am afraid of what you might find.) **Hunter:** (runs a hand over his face, exasperated by the language barrier) "Look, I just need to see if you captured anything that could help. It's important." **[SOUND: Hunter's cell phone rings loudly with a jarring, default ringtone]** **Hunter:** (gruffly) "Hold on." (He answers the phone) "Hunter... What? Where? I'm on my way. Ten minutes." **[SOUND: chair being pushed back abruptly]** **Hunter:** (to Maria, already standing) "I have to go. Don't... don't leave town. And hold onto that camera. I'll find someone who can talk to you. Stay right here." **Maria:** (watches him hurry away, calls after him, her voice small and full of dread) *"¡Espera! Por favor... la sombra... ¡tenía ojos!"* (Wait! Please... the shadow... it had eyes!) **[SOUND: cafe door bells jingle as Hunter exits. The cafe sounds return to normal, but Maria's heavy breathing is audible for a moment before the scene fades.]**