Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFE7RFEM0W6VRFWTXX774RY

### Voice Sheet: Alborn Cafe Interaction (Opening context: Maria hunches over her camera at the only outdoor cafe in Alborn, scrolling through sunrise photos of the town’s apple orchards. Hunter approaches, notebook in hand, detective badge clipped to his flannel.) Maria: [muttering quietly to herself, staring at a blurry photo on her screen] "Dios mío, ¿por qué nadie me cree?" Hunter: [leaning against her table, gruff and no-nonsense, flipping open his notebook] "Excuse me. You’re Maria, the study abroad student from Spain? I’m Detective Hunter. I’m tracking anyone who was out near the north orchard trailhead early Monday morning—word is you’re always out taking photos. You see anything off that day? A 17-year-old girl, Lila Marlow, went missing from that area that night." Maria: [face draining of color, voice shaking as she leans forward, rapid-fire panicked Spanish] "Lo vi! Vi una camioneta negra salir de los senderos a toda velocidad, tenía una chaqueta roja atrapada en la parrilla delantera. Es la misma chaqueta de los carteles de Lila. Tomé una foto al amanecer, la tengo aquí, volví ayer a buscar pruebas y no había nada, nadie me cree cuando trato de explicarlo!" Hunter: [blinking, completely confused, holding up a hand to slow her] "Whoa, slow down. I don’t understand a single word you just said. I don’t know any Spanish. Do you speak English? The librarian told me you were the only person out there that morning. Can you point to what you’re trying to say? That’s your camera—there’s a photo on there of what you saw, right?" Maria: [frantic, shaking her head because she can’t parse his English, shoving her camera across the table, rambling] "No entiendo nada de lo que dices, por qué no miras la foto? La camioneta está ahí, se ve parte de la matrícula! El conductor llevaba una sudadera con el logo de la fiesta de la manzana, todo el mundo tiene esa sudadera, no sé quién era, estaba asustada, no me atreví a seguirlo!" Hunter: [squinting at the blurry truck in her photo, frustrated, swiping uselessly at his phone to load a translator app that won’t pull up on Alborn’s spotty cell service] "Dammit, this cell service is garbage. The diner’s waitress speaks a little Spanish, I can run get her—just stay right here, okay? Don’t leave, this is the first lead I’ve had in three weeks." Maria: [still rambling, stabbing her finger at the red smudge on the truck’s grille in her photo] "Mira! Mira la chaqueta, está colgando ahí, por qué no lo ves!" Hunter: [his work phone blares a loud ringtone, he answers sharply, all military-trained briskness] "Hunter. What? Mrs. Hale’s grandson went missing from the west farm an hour ago? Shit, I’m on my way." [hangs up, drops his business card on the table in front of Maria, harried and distracted] "I have to go—another person’s missing. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow, I swear I’ll bring a translator, I need to talk to you. Don’t go anywhere, okay? This is life or death." [grabs his notebook, jogs to his unmarked truck parked down the street]