Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYADS0GH2A8KVWH7ZCQ0ZZX

Okay, here's a voice sheet for the scene you requested, aiming for that cozy mystery feel with a touch of intriguing mystery and a clear language barrier challenge. I've included some descriptive notes after each exchange to convey non-verbal communication and atmosphere. I've also added a few lines to flesh out the scene and make it more engaging. --- **Scene: Alborn Cafe - Afternoon** **(Setting: A cozy cafe in Alborn, MN. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked apple pie hangs in the air. Rain streaks the windowpanes. Isabella, a young woman with dark, expressive eyes, is seated at a small table near the window, meticulously reviewing photos on the LCD screen of her camera. She’s dressed in a practical, muted sweater and jeans. Hunter, a man with a weathered face and a focused gaze, stands awkwardly near her table, clutching a steaming mug.)** Isabella: (Without looking up, continues fiddling with her camera settings, a quiet, frustrated sigh escaping her) “…No, troppo luminoso…devo cambiare l'esposizione…” (Translation: "...No, too bright… I need to change the exposure...") Hunter: (Clears his throat, hesitant) Excuse me? I… I noticed you. You’ve been taking a lot of pictures of the town square. Anything interesting happen there lately? Specifically, around the clock tower? Isabella: (Looks up sharply, startled. Her eyes widen, and she lowers her camera slightly. She seems genuinely frightened for a moment, before composing herself.) “*Scusi, non capisco.*" (Translation: "Excuse me, I don't understand.") Hunter: (Frowns slightly, trying again, a bit louder) I – I’m sorry. Do you, uh, speak English? I’m Detective Hunter. Isabella: (Shakes her head slowly, clutching her camera protectively. Her voice is unsteady when she speaks, rapidly and with a heightened emotional tone, entirely in Italian.) “*È stato terribile! L’aria… pesante. Ho visto qualcosa… ma non riesco a ricordare bene. Tutti sono spaventati. Sussurrano. Dicono che sia maledetto. Il campanile… qualcosa non va!*” (Translation: "It was terrible! The air… heavy. I saw something… but I can’t quite remember it. Everyone is scared. They whisper. They say it’s cursed. The clock tower… something is wrong!") Hunter: (Stares at her, completely lost. He runs a hand through his close-cropped hair.) Okay… uh… look, I appreciate… whatever you're trying to tell me. But I don't… I don't speak Italian. Is there someone who can translate, maybe? You saw something at the clock tower? Related to… Mrs. Henderson’s disappearance? Isabella: (Her voice cracks, tears welling in her eyes. She gestures frantically with her hands.) “*Non so chi sia ‘Mrs. Henderson’! Ma… la notte! La nebbia! E quel suono… un lamento… dal campanile!*” (Translation: "I don't know who 'Mrs. Henderson' is! But… the night! The fog! And that sound… a lament… from the clock tower!") Hunter: (Leans forward slightly, despite his confusion, sensing genuine distress.) A sound? What kind of sound? Can you describe it? Anything that might help. Isabella: (Shakes her head, overwhelmed. She wraps her arms around herself, shivering slightly despite the cafe's warmth.) “*È… è difficile. Troppo spaventoso. Voglio solo… tornare a casa.*” (Translation: "It's… difficult. Too frightening. I just… want to go home.") Hunter: (Sighs, realizing the communication barrier is a significant obstacle.) I see. Look, I'm going to have to find someone who speaks Italian. Maybe the college… you're with the study abroad program, right? I'll try to get in touch. Just… try to remember anything you can. Anything at all about what you saw or heard.” (Hunter's phone rings. He glances at the screen and his face tightens.) Hunter: (Into the phone, clipped and professional) Hunter. …Yeah, I’m at the cafe. …Another one missing? …Okay, I’m on my way. (He hangs up, turning back to Isabella.) “I’m… I have to go. Something’s come up. Stay safe, okay?” Isabella: (Looks at him, bewildered and frightened. She nods slowly, clutching her camera even tighter.) “*Va bene…*” (Translation: "Okay...") Hunter: (Gives a curt nod and quickly exits the cafe, disappearing into the rainy streets. Isabella watches him go, a look of profound unease on her face, before returning her gaze to her camera, her hands trembling as she scrolls through the images.) --- **Notes:** * **Isabella’s Italian:** I used phrases that convey fear, confusion, and a sense of foreboding. Her rapid speech reflects her distressed state. * **Hunter’s Reactions:** His frustration and confusion are evident. His background as a Marine contributes to a stoic, no-nonsense approach even in a slightly bizarre situation. * **Atmosphere:** The description of the cafe and the weather establishes a cozy, yet slightly unsettling, atmosphere. The line about the apple pie alludes to the town’s festival – a potential point of interest later. * **The Phone Call:** The abrupt phone call from Hunter reinforces the urgency of the disappearances and creates a sense of suspense. I hope this meets your requirements and provides a good starting point for your cozy mystery scene!