Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFJG5A1PC6AEAQ1VDD8MW0W

# Voice Sheet **Maria:** *(eyes down, tracing the edge of her camera lens with a trembling finger)* "No... no puedo creerlo. He visto cosas... cosas que no tienen explicación. En el bosque, cerca del lago... hay algo ahí, algo terrible." **Hunter:** "I'm sorry—English? I don't... ma'am, are you alright?" **Maria:** *(looks up, startled, gripping her camera tightly)* "¿Qué? No, yo... hablo español. Soy estudiante. Vengo de España. ¿No entiendes?" **Hunter:** "No, ma'am, I don't understand. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn P.D. I'm investigating the disappearances. You've been sitting here staring at your camera for two hours. People are worried." **Maria:** *(swallows hard, presses her palm flat against the café table to steady it)* "Disparición... ¿la chica que desapareció? Sí, sí, yo... yo vi algo esa noche. Alguien caminando hacia el bosque. Era muy tarde. Estaba sacando fotos del atardecer y... no estaba solo. Había otra persona arrastrada... arrastrada por alguien." **Hunter:** *(pulling out his notepad, frowning)* "Okay. I'm not catching most of that, but—did you say you saw something in the woods? Someone?" **Maria:** *(nods vigorously, then holds up her camera and gestures at the screen, turning it toward him)* "Mira, mira. Fotos. Tomé fotos esa noche. No sabía... no sabía lo que estaba viendo. Pero después, cuando desapareció ella, empecé a mirar las fotos con más cuidado y—Dios mío—hay una silueta. Alguien. Detrás de los árboles." **Hunter:** *(squinting at the photo, then at her)* "Silhouette? Someone behind the trees?" *(taps the screen)* "This is from three nights ago? Night of the disappearance?" **Maria:** "Sí, sí, tres noches. La misma noche. Yo creo... creo que fui testigo de algo. Y ahora tengo miedo, entiendes? Miedo de verdad. No puedo dormir." **Hunter:** *(leaning back, studying her face)* "You're scared. That much I can read. Look—how do I contact you? Do you have a phone number? An address here in Alborn?" **Maria:** *(pulling a crumpled receipt from her jacket pocket, scribbling on the back with a pen)* "Aquí. Es la dirección del apartamento donde me quedo. Es cerca de la universidad." *(She pauses, then adds carefully)* "¿Tú... tienes alguien que hable español? En la policía?" **Hunter:** *(pinching the bridge of his nose)* "I... no. Not at the moment. But I'll figure something out. Can you come to the station tomorrow? Nine a.m.?" **Maria:** *(confused by the gesture and tone, but catching the number)* "¿Nueve? Sí... sí, puedo ir. Pero por favor... por favor, mira las fotos con cuidado. Es importante." **Hunter:** *(phone rings, he glances at the caller ID and stiffens)* "I need to take this." *(answers)* "Hunter. ...What do you mean, *another* one? When? ...I'm on my way." *(He hangs up and grabs his jacket, already heading for the door.)* **Hunter:** "I have to go. Something's come up. Please—*please*—be at the station tomorrow." **Maria:** *(standing abruptly, clutching her camera to her chest)* "¿Qué pasó? ¿Otra persona? ¡Dime, Detective!" **Hunter:** *(already halfway out the door, glancing back)* "I'll explain tomorrow. Stay safe, okay? Don't go anywhere alone tonight." *(The door swings shut behind him. Maria stands alone in the café, clutching her camera, staring at the door. She slowly sinks back into her chair, whispering:)* **Maria:** *(barely audible)* "Dios mío... otra."