Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ2VKVEFXCZE4FRMM6JN9Z

**Voice Sheet: Café Conversation in Alborn, MN** *(The café is quiet, the hum of conversation and clinking of coffee cups filling the air. Maria sits at a small corner table, her camera resting in front of her as she scrolls through the photos she’s taken. The door chimes as Hunter enters, scanning the room before his gaze lands on her. He approaches, his expression serious but not unkind.)* **Hunter:** *(clears throat, standing beside her table)* Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit for a moment? **Maria:** *(looks up, startled, then offers a small, polite smile)* Ah—sí, claro. *(gestures to the empty chair across from her, then hesitates, realizing he might not understand)* Um… por favor? **Hunter:** *(nods, taking the seat)* Thanks. I’m Detective Hunter Cole. I’m looking into some… unusual activity around town. *(leans forward slightly, keeping his voice low)* I noticed you’ve been taking a lot of photos. You’ve been around the orchards and the old mill, right? **Maria:** *(frowns, her fingers tightening around her camera)* ¿El molino? *(shakes her head, her voice trembling slightly)* No entiendo… ¿qué pasa? *(glances around nervously, then back at him)* ¿Por qué me pregunta? **Hunter:** *(blinks, clearly not understanding)* Uh… I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish. *(rubs the back of his neck, frustrated with himself)* Look, I’m just trying to figure out if you’ve seen anything strange. People going missing, things out of place… *(trails off at her expression)* **Maria:** *(her breath hitches, her eyes widening)* ¡Dios mío! *(presses a hand to her chest, her words spilling out rapidly)* Yo vi algo… anoche. En el bosque cerca del molino. Había luces, como… como faros, pero no eran coches. Y luego—*(cuts herself off, shaking her head)* No sé. No sé qué era. **Hunter:** *(leans in, trying to piece together her words)* Lights? Near the mill? *(mimics holding a camera, then points to her)* You took pictures? **Maria:** *(nods eagerly, flipping through her camera and turning the screen toward him)* ¡Sí, sí! Aquí. *(points to a blurry image of distant, flickering lights between the trees)* Pero no sé qué es. Pensé que era… no sé, un reflejo o algo. **Hunter:** *(studies the photo, his jaw tightening)* That’s not a reflection. *(glances up at her, his tone softening)* You shouldn’t go back there alone, okay? It’s not safe. **Maria:** *(swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper)* ¿Por qué? ¿Qué está pasando? **Hunter:** *(hesitates, then shakes his head)* I can’t say yet. But I need you to be careful. *(pulls out a business card and sets it on the table, pointing to it)* If you see anything else—anything at all—call me. *(mimes a phone to his ear)* ¿Entiende? **Maria:** *(nods, taking the card with shaky fingers)* Sí. Entiendo. *(looks up at him, her dark eyes filled with worry)* Pero… ¿está en peligro la gente? **Hunter:** *(phone buzzes in his pocket; he pulls it out, glancing at the screen, then stands abruptly)* I’ve gotta go. *(meets her gaze, his voice firm but not unkind)* Stay out of the woods, okay? And call me if you see anything. **Maria:** *(watches him leave, her fingers tracing the edge of the business card)* *(softly, to herself)* Dios mío, ¿en qué me he metido? *(Hunter exits the café, already speaking into his phone as the door swings shut behind him.)*