Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF4QN4KAP83VGRT6Z3S4B4

**Voice Sheet Dialogue:** **Maria:** (Looking down at her camera, voice trembling slightly) "Los desaparecidos... los desaparecidos de la noche... no sé... no sé qué hacer." (The disappearances... the disappearances at night... I don't know... I don't know what to do.) **Hunter:** (Leaning in, brow furrowed, trying to catch her words) "¿Qué? ¿Perdón? ¿Qué está pasando?" (What? Excuse me? What's happening?) *He gestures vaguely, his marine-trained instincts searching for clues in her distress.* **Maria:** (Eyes wide, pointing towards the window where the town seems quiet) "En la calle... la calle de los árboles... la noche... los hombres... los hombres que nunca vuelven." (On the street... the tree-lined street... at night... the men... the men who never come back.) *She speaks faster, her Spanish becoming more urgent, her hands fluttering near her camera.* **Hunter:** (Shaking his head slowly, a look of genuine confusion replacing his initial concern) "No entiendo... ¿Los árboles? ¿La calle? ¿Qué hombres? ¿Disparos? ¿Robos?" (I don't understand... the trees? The street? What men? Shots? Robberies?) *He takes a step back, realizing the language barrier is absolute.* **Maria:** (Voice cracking, tears welling) "No... no... no son disparos... no son robos... son... son los que se desvanecen." (No... no... no... not shots... not robberies... they... they just vanish.) *She looks utterly lost and terrified.* **Hunter:** (His face hardening with sudden focus, ignoring the language issue) "Vanish? ¿Desaparecen? ¿Dónde? ¿Cuándo? ¿Hay alguien que los vio?" (Vanish? Disappear? Where? When? Did anyone see them?) *He leans forward again, his detective instincts overriding the confusion.* **Maria:** (Shaking her head violently, pointing frantically) "No... no... no sé... solo los árboles... solo la noche... solo el miedo." (No... no... I don't know... only the trees... only the night... only the fear.) *She turns her back slightly, clutching her camera bag protectively.* **Hunter:** (Noticing her camera, a flicker of understanding) "Tu cámara... ¿la usas para... para algo?" (Your camera... do you use it for... for something?) *He tries a different angle.* **Maria:** (Snaps her head around, eyes wide with a mix of hope and fear) "Sí... sí, para capturar... para capturar lo que veo... lo que no ve la gente." (Yes... yes, to capture... to capture what I see... what people don't see.) *She gestures vaguely towards the street outside.* **Hunter:** (Nods slowly, the pieces starting to form a picture despite the language) "Entiendo... entiendo... ¿Y tú ves algo... en las fotos... que los demás no ven?" (I understand... I understand... and you see something... in the photos... that others don't see?) *He tries to bridge the gap.* **Maria:** (Nods vigorously, a spark of relief in her eyes) "Sí... sí, los árboles... los árboles hablan... pero solo a mí." (Yes... yes, the trees... the trees speak... but only to me.) *She looks back out the window, her voice dropping to a whisper.* **Hunter:** (His expression shifts from confusion to intense focus, the call he'd been expecting finally comes) "Lo siento... tengo que ir... hay un incidente... en el camino." (I'm sorry... I have to go... there's an incident... on the road.) *He pulls out his phone, his voice clipped and professional, leaving Maria staring after him, still clutching her camera, the weight of her secret and the town's fear heavy in the quiet cafe.*