Run: 2026-02-26-01KJCS09D2TQ0XX8AXVDWV9ZHA

**Voice Sheet:** **Marie:** *(softly, eyes scanning her photos)* "C’est… difficile à croire. Personne ne revient ici depuis des semaines." *(Her fingers tighten around the camera strap, knuckles pale.)* "Les gens disparaissent sans laisser de traces. C’est comme si… le village avait avalé un secret." **Hunter:** *(leaning against the café table, voice gruff but curious)* "Disappear? You mean like… vanished? When was the last one?" *(He glances at her camera, then back at her face, brow furrowing.)* "You speak French, but you don’t know English. What’s happening here? Is it connected to the festival?" **Marie:** *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Non… pas la fête. C’est pire. Les enfants… ils ont disparu après la nuit où le feu a détruit la grange." *(She pauses, staring at her lens as if it might hold answers.)* "Je n’ai pas vu le feu. Je n’ai rien vu. Just… silence." **Hunter:** *(frowning, checking his watch)* "I need to go. The department called—something about a lead. But… what’s this ‘fire’ you’re talking about?" *(He steps closer, lowering his voice.)* "Listen, I’ve been chasing ghosts here. No one talks. Maybe… maybe you saw something. Tell me." **Marie:** *(whispering, eyes wide)* "Il y avait des ombres. Des silhouettes. Elles ne ressemblaient à personne… mais elles chantaient. Une chanson… que je n’avais jamais entendue." *(She tucks her camera away, hands shaking.)* "Je ne sais pas ce que c’est. Mais ça… ça m’a fait peur." **Hunter:** *(grimacing, already turning toward the door)* "I’ll be back. If there’s anything else… write. Or… take pictures. Sometimes they tell stories we can’t." *(He pauses, glancing over his shoulder.)* "Just… don’t stop. Not yet." **Marie:** *(softly, to herself, as he leaves)* "Des ombres… qui chantent." *(She lifts her camera again, but doesn’t press the shutter. Instead, she stares out the window, where the town’s apple orchards sway in the wind, their branches heavy with fruit that seems to glow faintly in the fading light.)*