Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08SQP1NHVZ7K808WTA17YB

**Voice Sheet** *(Scene: A cozy corner café in Alborn, MN. The hum of quiet conversation and the clink of cups fill the air. Marie sits at a small wooden table, adjusting the settings on her camera. Her brow is slightly furrowed, lost in thought. Hunter enters, scanning the room before approaching her.)* --- **Hunter:** *(approaching, polite but direct)* "Excuse me. Mind if I sit down?" **Marie:** *(glancing up, polite but reserved)* "Oh, um... oui. Yes. Please." *(She gestures to the empty chair across from her.)* --- **Hunter:** *(sitting down, noticing her camera)* "You’re always carrying that thing around, huh? Must be important." **Marie:** *(glancing down at her camera, then back up)* "Oui, it is. Landscape photography is my passion." *(She hesitates, then adds softly.)* "...Et un peu mon échappatoire." *(And a bit my escape.)* --- **Hunter:** *(leaning forward slightly, curious)* "Landscape photography, huh? You ever take pictures of the woods around here? They’re pretty dense." **Marie:** *(nodding slowly, but her expression darkens slightly)* "Oui, sometimes. Though... there are rumors, non? About the disappearances..." *(She looks down at her hands, fidgeting with the camera strap.)* --- **Hunter:** *(stiffening slightly at the word "disappearances," but keeping his tone neutral)* "You mean the cases I’m working on? Yeah. Those are rough. You hear anything unusual lately?" **Marie:** *(hesitant, then speaking quickly in French, her voice trembling slightly)* "Oui... I saw something. The other night. Near the old mill. There were lights—strange ones—and footsteps. Then... someone screaming, but it was far away. I thought I should tell someone, but when I tried to explain to the hotel owner, she didn’t understand me. And then I saw the news about another person gone. I... I’m scared." *(She wraps her arms around herself, her breath quickening slightly.)* --- **Hunter:** *(frowning, clearly lost—he doesn’t understand French)* "Wait, hold on. Slow down. You’re saying you saw something near the mill? What kind of lights?" **Marie:** *(realizing he didn’t understand, she switches back to broken English, her voice shaky)* "Oui—yes. Lights, strange lights. Steps. And... a scream. I thought maybe it was an animal, but... after what happened to the man last week—" *(She trails off, her eyes wide.)* --- *(Hunter’s phone rings loudly, startling Marie. He glances at the screen and holds up a finger, signaling for her to wait. She nods, looking relieved for the interruption.)* **Hunter:** *(answering the phone, standing up as he talks)* "Yeah, Carter. What?" *(Pause. His expression tightens.)* "On my way." *(He hangs up and turns back to Marie, already gathering his things.)* "Look, I’ve got to go. But—thanks for telling me. I’ll check out the mill myself. You... you stay safe, okay?" *(He hesitates, then adds awkwardly.)* "And, uh... if you see anything else, try to describe it in English next time, would ya?" --- **Marie:** *(nodding quickly, her relief tinged with frustration)* "Oui. I will try." *(She watches as Hunter strides out of the café, her fingers tightening around her camera.)* *(The sound of the café around her seems to fade back into focus as she exhales slowly, her earlier unease returning.)* **[End Scene]**