Run: 2026-02-26-01KJCRW0AY09BXG4341S146BZZ

**Voice Sheet:** **Marie:** *(softly, eyes fixed on her camera)* "Je... je ne comprends pas. Tout semble si étrange ces derniers temps... Les gens disparaissent, et personne ne sait pourquoi." *(Her fingers tighten around the camera strap, knuckles pale.)* **Hunter:** *(leaning against the table, voice gruff but curious)* "Disappear? You mean like… vanishing? What’s happening here? The police don’t say anything." **Marie:** *(startled, then hesitant; switches to halting English, then French again)* "Non… pas la police. Des ombres. Des gens qui s’en vont sans dire au revoir. Personne ne parle de ça… comme si c’était normal." **Hunter:** *(frowning, checking his watch)* "Normal? This town’s got a harvest festival every fall. But if folks are leaving… maybe it’s the festival? Or something else?" **Marie:** *(shakes head, voice trembling)* "Non! Ce n’est pas l’apple pie. C’est… plus sombre. Plus froid." *(She glances toward the window, as if expecting someone to appear.)* **Hunter:** *(pulls out his phone, dials rapidly)* "I’ll check the last reports. If there’s a pattern—" *(He pauses, jaw tightening.)* "No. I need to go. Now." **Marie:** *(stands abruptly, camera clutched to chest)* "Attendez… vous comprenez quelque chose que je ne vois pas?" **Hunter:** *(already walking away, voice low)* "Not yet. But I’ll find out." **Marie:** *(calls after him, quiet)* "Peut-être… les ombres savent." *(The café door jingles as Hunter disappears into the crisp Minnesota air, leaving Marie alone with her lens—and the weight of unspoken fears.)*