Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPW18M6SBCW0N41QE84QEB

**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 the rapid Italian)* "Uh. I’m sorry, I don’t—do you speak English?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, gripping her camera tighter. Her voice wavers as she switches to halting, heavily accented English)* "No… no English. Solo italiano. Mi dispiace." **Hunter:** *(leans forward, speaking slowly)* "Okay. Okay, that’s fine. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into… some things happening around town. You been here long?" **Isabella:** *(nods, then switches back to Italian, her words tumbling out)* "Sono arrivata due settimane fa. Per il programma di scambio. Ma… ho visto delle cose strane. Persone che spariscono. E poi…" *(she trails off, her eyes darting toward the alleyway beside the café)* **Hunter:** *(follows her gaze, then looks back at her, frustrated)* "I don’t—look, I don’t understand. But you’re saying you’ve seen something? People disappearing?" **Isabella:** *(nods vigorously, then switches to English again, struggling)* "Sì. Sì, disappearing. Due notti fa. Un uomo… vicino al lago. Io—io ho foto." *(she fumbles with her camera, pulling up a grainy image of a shadowy figure near the water’s edge)* **Hunter:** *(takes the camera, squinting at the screen. His expression darkens)* "This is… yeah, that’s near where we found the last one. You didn’t think to report this?" **Isabella:** *(throws her hands up in exasperation, Italian spilling out again)* "Come potevo? Non parlo inglese! E poi, chi mi avrebbe creduto? Sono solo una studentessa straniera!" **Hunter:** *(rubs his temple, sighing)* "Alright, alright. Look, I need you to—" *(his phone rings. He glances at the screen, then stands abruptly)* "I gotta take this. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere, okay?" **Isabella:** *(nods, but her voice is small, worried)* "Va bene. Ma… per favore, torni." **Hunter:** *(already walking away, phone to his ear)* "I will. Just—stay put." *(Isabella watches him go, her fingers tightening around her camera once more. The café’s chime rings softly as the door swings shut behind him.)*