Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPG8TEEETPR5K80HXDBDXB

**Voice Sheet: Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *(Isabella sits at a small wrought-iron table outside the café, her fingers tracing the edges of her camera. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone street. Hunter approaches, his boots scuffing lightly against the pavement. He hesitates before pulling out the chair across from her.)* **Hunter:** *(clears throat, adjusting his jacket)* "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit for a minute?" **Isabella:** *(looks up, startled, then relaxes slightly when she sees his badge clipped to his belt. She nods, gesturing to the chair. In Italian, soft but urgent)* "Sì, certo. Ma… lei è della polizia? È successo qualcosa?" **Hunter:** *(sits, frowning slightly at her words)* "Uh. Yeah, I’m Detective Hunter. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about—" *(pauses, realizing she doesn’t understand)* "You… speak English?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, gripping her camera tighter. In Italian, her voice trembling)* "No, mi dispiace. Non parlo inglese. Ma… perché mi chiede? Ho fatto qualcosa di male?" **Hunter:** *(rubs his temple, frustrated)* "Okay, uh. *Parla…* no, never mind." *(leans forward, pointing at her camera)* "Photos. You take pictures, right? Of the town?" **Isabella:** *(nods eagerly, holding up her camera. In Italian, relieved he’s trying to communicate)* "Sì! Fotografo i paesaggi. Alborn è bellissima, ma…" *(hesitates, her expression darkening)* "Ma ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri sera. Vicino al vecchio frutteto." **Hunter:** *(perks up, though he only catches a few words)* "Frutteto? You mean the orchard? What’d you see?" **Isabella:** *(mimes taking a photo, then shakes her head. In Italian, her words tumbling out)* "Non lo so! Era buio, ma ho sentito dei rumori. Come… come passi. E poi una luce. Ho scattato una foto, ma non si vede bene." *(flips through her camera, showing him a grainy image of shadows and a faint, flickering light in the distance)* **Hunter:** *(squints at the photo, then at her. Points to the image, then to himself)* "You’ll… show me? Later?" **Isabella:** *(nods, then pauses, biting her lip. In Italian, worried)* "Ma lei non capisce. E se è pericoloso? Ho sentito storie… persone che scompaiono." **Hunter:** *(stiffens, recognizing the word "spariscono." His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen, then stands abruptly.)* "Look, I gotta go. But—" *(points to her, then to the photo, then to himself again)* "Meet me. Tomorrow. *Domani.* At the orchard. *Frutteto.* Noon. *Mezzogiorno.*" **Isabella:** *(blinks, then nods slowly. In Italian, hopeful)* "Domani. Mezzogiorno. Va bene." **Hunter:** *(gives her a tight nod, already turning away as he answers his phone)* "Yeah, I’m coming. What’ve you got?" *(He strides off, leaving Isabella staring after him, her fingers tightening around her camera. She glances down at the photo again, her brow furrowed.)*