Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94QSX1KVRARMAFG9ECSYE1

Here is the scene written as a voice sheet: **Voice Sheet** **Setting:** The cozy, slightly worn interior of "The Alborn Brew" cafe. Early afternoon. *** **Melanie:** (Sitting at a small table by the window, her landscape camera resting beside a half-finished coffee. She's absently scrolling through photos on the rear screen, her expression distant and troubled, a faint tremor in her hands evident as she pauses on a particular image.) **Hunter:** (Approaching the table directly, his stride purposeful but his expression neutral, not unkind. He makes eye contact, confirming her identity.) Excuse me, ma'am? Are you Melanie? **Melanie:** (Looks up, startled, her eyes widening briefly before narrowing slightly as she registers his official demeanor. She nods slowly.) Ja? **Hunter:** Detective Miller. I'm investigating a few recent incidents here in town. We received a tip that you might have witnessed something out of the ordinary yesterday evening, perhaps near the old logging road? **Melanie:** (Her brow furrows, a look of troubled recognition crossing her face. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft but carries a distinct tremor, laced with distress as she replies in rapid German.) Oh Gott, ja. Ich habe etwas gesehen. Etwas Schreckliches. In den Wäldern, nahe der alten Mühlenstraße. Zwei Männer. Sie haben jemanden gezwungen, in einen Lieferwagen zu steigen. Ich hatte solche Angst. Ich bin still geblieben, habe es aber mit meiner Kamera festgehalten. Ich bin so beunruhigt. **Hunter:** (His clear blue eyes narrow, confusion clouding his expression. He leans in slightly, straining to catch any recognizable word or inflection, but her German is a complete mystery to him.) I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand. Do you speak any English? **Melanie:** (She shakes her head, her hand rising to touch her chest, her eyes pleading with a desperate sincerity. She gestures frantically towards her camera, her voice tight with emotion.) Nein, nein. Deutsch. Ich habe Angst. Sehen Sie! (She attempts to quickly navigate her camera, fumbling with the buttons in her haste, trying to find the specific photos.) Es war so... schlimm. **Hunter:** (Holds up a hand gently, a controlled sigh escaping his lips. He pulls a small notepad and pen from his jacket pocket, hesitates for a moment, then gestures towards the camera with his pen.) Can you... can you show me on there? Is it a picture? Of what you saw? **Melanie:** (Nods vigorously, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen. She holds the camera out, tilting the screen towards him. The images blur slightly from her trembling hands, but he can see it’s a landscape, perhaps a path leading into dense trees, and then what looks like a dark, indistinct shape in the distance.) **Hunter:** (Squints, trying to decipher the digital image. He can see trees, a dirt road, but the "event" is a barely discernible smudge, impossible to identify.) I... I can't make out what it is. Is that a vehicle? A person? **Melanie:** (Her shoulders slump slightly, disappointment and fear warring on her face. She pulls the camera back, clutching it protectively as if it's the only evidence. She shakes her head sadly and whispers in German, her voice thick with emotion.) Bitte. Ich wünschte, ich könnte es besser erklären. Ich... ich bin allein hier. **Hunter:** (Looks at her, recognizing the genuine distress, but the communication wall is insurmountable. He pulls his mobile phone from his pocket, his expression apologetic yet firm.) I understand. And I am sorry, but this is... not working. Can I get your name and where you're staying? We need to find a translator. *(Just as he is about to ask for her accommodation details, his phone buzzes loudly, drawing his immediate attention. He glances at the caller ID, his face instantly hardening, the polite detective facade melting away to reveal the seasoned operative underneath.)* **Hunter:** (Clicks the phone open instantly, his voice dropping to a low, urgent tone as he steps a few feet away from the table, his attention completely diverted.) Miller. What's going on? Report.