Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPJRH05M8K68HHNGG7E0WJ

**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. She glances up as Hunter approaches, his expression serious, his posture rigid. He hesitates before speaking, his voice low and measured.)* **Hunter:** *(clears throat)* "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit for a moment?" **Isabella:** *(startled, she looks up and clutches her camera a little tighter. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in his uniform, then shakes her head quickly, gesturing to the empty chair across from her.)* "Sì, sì—prego, si accomodi." *(Yes, yes—please, sit down.)* **Hunter:** *(sits, leaning forward slightly, elbows on the table. He speaks slowly, as if that might help.)* "I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some… unusual activity around town. I noticed you’ve been taking a lot of photos near the old orchard. Did you see anything strange yesterday evening?" **Isabella:** *(frowns, her brow furrowing. She shakes her head, then pauses, her voice trembling slightly as she speaks in rapid Italian.)* "Io… non capisco. Lei parla inglese? Perché mi chiede queste cose? Ho visto qualcosa, sì, ma non so cosa fosse. Era buio, e c’era qualcuno—qualcuno che non doveva essere lì. Ho avuto paura, così ho scattato delle foto e sono corsa via." *(I… I don’t understand. Do you speak English? Why are you asking me these things? I saw something, yes, but I don’t know what it was. It was dark, and there was someone—someone who shouldn’t have been there. I was scared, so I took some photos and ran away.)* **Hunter:** *(leans back slightly, rubbing his temple. He exhales sharply.)* "Ma’am, I don’t—uh, I don’t speak Italian. Can you try English? Just… slow?" **Isabella:** *(closes her eyes for a moment, then takes a deep breath. She switches to heavily accented, broken English, her words halting but clear.)* "I… sorry. I no speak good. Yesterday… I take photo. At orchard. Dark. Someone there. I run." **Hunter:** *(nods, his expression softening slightly. He pulls out a small notepad and pen.)* "Okay, okay. That’s helpful. Did you get a look at the person? Man? Woman? Anything stand out?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, then hesitates, her fingers tightening around her camera again.)* "No face. Only… shadow. And…" *(she trails off, then points to her camera)* "I have photo. Maybe?" **Hunter:** *(eyes light up slightly. He gestures to the camera.)* "You have photos? Can I see?" **Isabella:** *(nods, then fumbles with the camera, turning it on and scrolling through the images. She hands it to him, pointing at one in particular. Her voice is quiet.)* "Questo. Questo è quello che ho visto." *(This. This is what I saw.)* **Hunter:** *(studies the photo—a grainy, dark image of a figure near the trees, barely more than a silhouette. He frowns, then looks back at her.)* "This is… something. Can I get a copy of this?" **Isabella:** *(nods quickly, then reaches into her bag and pulls out a small USB drive. She hands it to him.)* "Sì, sì. Tutto qui. Tutti i foto." *(Yes, yes. All here. All the photos.)* **Hunter:** *(takes the drive, then hesitates, as if searching for the right words. He points to her camera.)* "You’re a photographer?" **Isabella:** *(smiles faintly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. She nods.)* "Sì. Paesaggi. Nature. I love…" *(she gestures vaguely toward the horizon)* "…the light. The trees." **Hunter:** *(nods, then checks his watch. His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and sighs.)* "I’ve gotta take this. But—thank you. This helps. Can I… can I find you again if I have more questions?" **Isabella:** *(nods, then pulls a small notebook from her bag and scribbles down an address. She tears out the page and hands it to him.)* "Questo è dove alloggio. Per favore… stia attento." *(This is where I’m staying. Please… be careful.)* **Hunter:** *(takes the paper, then stands, tucking it into his pocket. He gives her a brief, tight smile.)* "I will. And you—stay safe, okay? Maybe avoid the orchard after dark for now." **Isabella:** *(nods, her expression serious. She watches as he walks away, then looks back down at her camera, her fingers tracing the lens thoughtfully.)* *(Hunter answers his phone as he strides down the street, his voice low and urgent.)* **Hunter:** "Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got something—photos. Might be our first real lead."