Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF2BJXVXAF0KDSZ4SGVZ31

# Voice Sheet: Café Encounter **Scene:** *A small café in Alborn, MN. MARIA sits at a corner table, scrolling through photos on her camera. She looks distressed, her brow furrowed. HUNTER approaches, his notebook in hand.* --- **Hunter:** *(leaning down politely)* Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt. I'm Detective Hunter, local police. I'm investigating... recent events in town. I was hoping to ask you a few questions. **Maria:** *(looks up, startled, speaks rapidly in Spanish)* ¡Ay, Dios mío! ¡No sé inglés! No entiendo lo que dice. ¿Qué está pasando? ¿Por qué me sigue mirando así? *(Hunter blinks, completely lost. He straightens up, frowning.)* **Hunter:** I'm sorry... I don't— Wait, do you speak any English at all? **Maria:** *(shaking her head frantically, voice trembling)* ¡No, no! ¡No hablo inglés! Lo siento mucho. ¿Puede llamar a alguien que me ayude? Estoy tan asustada... *(Hunter runs a hand through his hair, glancing around the café helplessly.)* **Hunter:** *(slowly, pointing at himself)* Detective. Hunter. Alborn Police. I need to ask you about— *(he makes a swirling motion with his hand, indicating "recent events")* **Maria:** *(understanding "police" from his gesture, her hands shaking)* ¡La policía! ¡Sí, sí! Vi algo. Vi algo que no debería haber visto. Las luces en el bosque... los gritos en la noche... *(Hunter's eyes narrow. He pulls out his phone, opens a translation app, but it's taking too long.)* **Hunter:** *(frustrated)* Look, I'm trying to understand. Were you there? At the— *(he struggles)— the woods? The apple orchard? **Maria:** *(tearfully)* ¡El granero! El granero cerca del camino. Escuché voces. Grité ayuda pero nadie vino. Tengo miedo. Tengo mucho miedo de volver a mi departamento. *(Hunter's face hardens. He's piecing together fragments—something about a barn, voices, fear.)* **Hunter:** *(pointing at her camera)* Photos. Did you take photos? Of the— *(mimes taking a picture)* **Maria:** *(nodding quickly, showing him her camera)* ¡Sí! Tomé fotos. Todo el tiempo. Pero las borré cuando vi las noticias. Vi las caras de las personas desaparecidas. ¡Eran las mismas personas que vi esa noche! *(Hunter's jaw tightens. His phone buzzes. He glances at it, then back at her.)* **Hunter:** I need you to stay in town. Don't leave. I'll get an interpreter tomorrow. We need to talk more. This is important. **Maria:** *(pleading)* Por favor, ayúdeme. Tengo miedo de quedarme aquí. ¿Está segura la ciudad? Dicen que las personas simplemente... desaparecen. **Hunter:** *(checking his phone again, sighing)* I have to take this. Stay here. Please. I'll be back. *(Hunter turns and walks rapidly toward the door, answering his phone as he exits.)* **Maria:** *(to herself, clutching her camera)* ¿Qué está pasando en este lugar...? --- **[END SCENE]**