Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB0114T4NNQKEB1717JM9B

**Scene: Café in Alborn, MN – Late Afternoon** *The sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Alborn as Marie sits at a small outdoor table, her fingers tracing the edge of her camera case. She’s been staring at the same photo for minutes—an empty dock by the lake, the water too still, the air too quiet. Her coffee sits untouched, the steam long since faded. The weight of what she saw presses on her chest like a stone.* *Then, footsteps. Heavy, deliberate. A man in a worn leather jacket, his badge glinting faintly in the sunlight, stops beside her table. Hunter. His sharp eyes scan her face, then the camera in her hands. He doesn’t smile.* --- ### **VOICE SHEET: DIALOGUE** *(Hunter’s voice is low, rough—used to command, not small talk. Marie’s is soft, accented, trembling slightly as she speaks French. Hunter doesn’t understand a word.)* --- **HUNTER** *(clears throat, leans forward slightly)* "Ma’am. You’re the one who took those photos, right? The ones of the dock yesterday?" *(Marie flinches. Her fingers tighten around her camera strap. She nods slowly, then exhales shakily.)* **MARIE** *(in rapid, halting French)* "...Je ne sais pas. Je ne comprends pas. Je... je n’ai rien vu. Juste... des ombres. Trop d’ombres." *(Hunter blinks. He doesn’t speak French, but he’s seen the way her hands shake. He tries again, slower, enunciating carefully.)* **HUNTER** "Photos. Dock. Yesterday. You saw something. *Something wrong.*" *(Marie’s breath hitches. She looks around nervously, then lowers her voice.)* **MARIE** *(whispering, urgent)* "Oui. Mais... ce n’était pas un *personne.* C’était... comme si quelqu’un avait *disparu* devant moi. Comme si l’air... l’air *avait faim.*" *(Hunter frowns. He doesn’t get it. But he sees the fear in her eyes—the way her knuckles whiten around her camera. He pulls out his notepad, flips to a clean page.)* **HUNTER** "Okay. Start from the beginning. *Slow.* What time was it?" *(Marie swallows hard, then begins to speak in broken, frantic French, gesturing wildly as she tries to explain. Hunter listens, nodding when she pauses, scribbling notes that make no sense to her. His phone buzzes suddenly—an urgent call. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.)* **HUNTER** "Hold on." *(to Marie, in a clipped tone)* "Stay here. Don’t leave town. I’ll be back." *(He stands abruptly, already walking away as he answers the call. Marie watches him go, her voice barely audible.)* **MARIE** *(to herself, in French)* "Mon Dieu... qu’est-ce que j’ai fait?" *(Hunter’s voice is distant now, gruff, barking orders into the phone. Marie clutches her camera, her reflection in the lens haunted.)* --- **END SCENE.** *(Note: Hunter’s confusion is palpable—he’s used to clear, direct answers, not this. Marie’s distress is the only clue he has, and it’s enough to make him uneasy. The language barrier adds tension, leaving both characters frustrated but intrigued.)*