Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYVR8CBM81K3KABQKMAVM3

### Official Voice Sheet **Setting:** A sun-faded downtown Alborn cafe. Melanie sits perched at a Formica table, her landscape camera propped in front of her, fingers hovering over its screen. Detective Hunter, gruff ex-marine turned local investigator, pulls out the chair across from her. Melanie: (fingers clenched tight around her camera strap, eyes shiny with quiet distress, speaking rapid, fluent German with a faint Stuttgart lilt) “Entschuldigung, ich verstehe kein Englisch. Ich habe vor drei Tagen die fehlende Clara Bennett gesehen, sie rannte die Gasse runter und schrie. Ich nahm ein Foto, dachte aber es sei nichts Wichtiges.” (Translation: “Excuse me, I don’t understand English. I saw missing Clara Bennett three days ago, she ran down the alley screaming. I took a photo, but thought it wasn’t important.”) Hunter: (brow furrowed deeply, fumbling with his police notebook, completely flummoxed) “Ma’am, I can’t understand a single word you’re saying—what language is that? I don’t speak any German.” Melanie: (freezing for a beat, then shoving her camera’s screen toward Hunter, speaking softer, more broken German) “Foto. Sie. Angst.” (Translation: “Photo. Her. Scared.”) Hunter: (leaning in to squint at the camera, pen pausing mid-note as he recognizes the missing woman) “That’s her! Where exactly did you see this?” Melanie: (nodding sharply, pointing through the cafe’s front window at the narrow side street down the block, her voice cracking) “Dort. Ich war zu ängstlich, um zu helfen.” (Translation: “There. I was too scared to help.”) Hunter: (jotting furiously in his notebook, nodding intently) “Got it, this is a massive lead—” [Hunter’s cell phone blares loudly from his belt pouch. He snatches it up, voice sharpening to his gruff, official tone] Hunter: “Hunter here—Albright? Old mill? Be there in 10.” [He hangs up instantly, grabs his notebook and utility belt off the table] “Listen, I have to run! A translator will be out here soon, don’t leave town, alright?” [He slings his bag over his shoulder and bolts for the cafe door] Melanie: (staring after him, quiet and shaken in German) “Danke. Ich bleibe.” (Translation: “Thank you. I’ll stay.”)