Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFENCXG4PH2Z1JM92EDK37F

**Voice Sheet** **Isabella:** *[Looks up from her camera as Hunter approaches, startled. Her expression is pale and haunted, hands trembling slightly as she clutches the camera.]* **Hunter:** *[Pulls out a badge, showing it briefly.]* Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions, ma’am? About the Miller boy’s disappearance last week. **Isabella:** *[Eyes widen. She sets the camera down carefully, as if it’s a lifeline. Speaks rapidly in Italian, her voice thick with emotion.]* Disappearance... sì. L'ho vista. La ragazza con il vestito a fiori... stava camminando verso il bosco. Era... era da sola. Poi non l'ho più vista. **Hunter:** *[Frowns, shifting his weight.]* I’m sorry? I don’t understand. You’re saying you saw someone? A girl? **Isabella:** *[Nods vigorously, pointing vaguely toward the window, her Italian tumbling out faster, filled with anxiety.]* Sì! Sì! Una ragazza. Aveva paura. La guardavo mentre scattavo foto al tramonto. Il suo volto... era terrorizzato. Poi è scomparsa tra gli alberi. Non dovevo lasciarla sola! **Hunter:** *[Sighs softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He pulls out a small notebook.]* Look, if you saw something, you need to tell me in English. A girl. In a floral dress. You were taking pictures. She looked scared. She went into the woods? **Isabella:** *[Relieved he understands fragments, she nods frantically, then leans forward, whispering in desperate Italian.]* Sì, esatto. Ma c'era un'altra persona. Un'ombra. Dietro di lei. Non sono sicura di cosa ho visto. La macchina fotografica... ho delle foto. Forse. **Hunter:** *[His no-nonsense demeanor sharpens. He leans in slightly.]* An o-shadow? A person? You have photos? Can I see them? **Isabella:** *[Gestures helplessly between her camera and her own mouth, frustration and fear crossing her face. She speaks again in Italian, quieter now, shaken.]* Non... non so come... Mi dispiace. Sono spaventata. È tutto così strano in questa città. **Hunter:** *[Stares at her, completely lost. He flips his notebook closed, exasperation evident.]* Ma’am, I need you to— *[His phone buzzes violently in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.]* Excuse me. *[He answers.]* Hunter. *[Listens, his jaw tightening.]* When? Understood. I’m on my way. *[He hangs up, already turning to leave. He looks back at Isabella, a last, conflicted glance.]* We’re not done here. Someone will come back to talk to you. Don’t leave town. **Isabella:** *[Watches him go, then slumps back in her chair, muttering to herself in a trembling whisper.]* Così spaventosa... questa città.