Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFN1J5KWAM9AB2DJN5BFYHN

# Voice Sheet: Cafe Encounter **Isabella:** *(staring down at the photos on her camera, fingers trembling slightly as she scrolls through images)* **Hunter:** *(approaching the table, badge briefly flashing)* Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter Cole with the Alborn PD. Mind if I sit down? **Isabella:** *(looks up, startled, clutching her camera protectively)* **Hunter:** I'm investigating the disappearance of a young woman — late twenties, blonde hair, last seen near this part of town three days ago. Have you been in the area long enough to have noticed anything unusual? **Isabella:** *(eyes welling, voice unsteady)* Mio Dio… s-sì, io… io ho visto qualcosa. Era buio, ma ricordo i suoi capelli… era correndo, correndo verso i boschi. Ho sentito delle grida. Non ho capito cosa stava succedendo… ero terrorizzata. Ho solo — ho solo preso la macchina fotografica, come… come istinto. Guardi! Guardi le foto! **Hunter:** *(blinks, then slowly leans back in his chair, jaw tightening)* …I'm sorry, I don't — ma'am, do you speak any English at all? **Isabella:** *(frustrated, pointing at her camera screen, then gesturing wildly toward the tree line visible beyond the cafe window)* La donna! La donna nei boschi! Io ho foto! *(taps the camera desperately)* Foto! Foto! **Hunter:** *(rubbing the bridge of his nose)* Okay, okay — are you saying you took pictures? Of… a woman? In the woods? **Isabella:** *(nodding vigorously, relieved he's catching on)* Sì! Sì, la donna! Lei era — *(mimes running, then clutches her own throat)* — aiuto. Aiuto. **Hunter:** She was… calling for help? **Isabella:** *(nods, wiping her eyes)* Mi chiamo Isabella. Sono qui per studio. Non conosco nessuno. Sono sola. E ho paura. **Hunter:** *(pulling out a notebook, writing slowly)* Isabella. And you said this was three nights ago? What time? **Isabella:** *(holds up fingers — nine, then ten — then makes a crescent moon shape with her hands)* Notte. Tardi. Molto tardi. **Hunter:** Nine… ten? At night? **Isabella:** *(nods, then suddenly grabs Hunter's sleeve, eyes wide)* Aspetti — non sono sicura che sia sopravvissuta. Le grida… sono state… *(her voice drops to a whisper)* …silenziose. Dopo. **Hunter:** *(stares at her for a long moment, then holds out his hand, palm up)* The camera. Can I see the photos? **Isabella:** *(hesitates, then carefully sets the camera in his hands, whispering)* Le prego. Trovi lei. Le prego. **Hunter:** *(scrolling through, face hardening)* …Ma'am, I'm going to need someone who can — *(phone buzzes violently in his pocket, he glances at it)* — damn it. *(answers)* Cole. …When? …How many? …I'm on my way. *(He stands abruptly, leaving the camera on the table.)* **Hunter:** Isabella — I'm sorry, I have to go. Sit tight. I'm sending someone who can — *(frustrated pause)* — just stay here. Don't leave this cafe. Can you understand that? *(points at the table, then at her, then holds up a flat palm — stay)* **Isabella:** *(swallows hard, nods slowly)* …Resto. Sono qui. **Hunter:** *(already halfway to the door, calling back over his shoulder)* You're not alone anymore. Just stay. *(He pushes through the cafe door and is gone. Isabella pulls the camera back into her lap, holding it like a lifeline, staring at the door he left through.)* **Isabella:** *(whispered, to no one)* …Che sta succedendo in questa città?