Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A06BQGKSSJJZXPHN6XKKM

**Voice Sheet** --- **Sound Cues:** - Gentle hum of café chatter in the background. - Occasional clink of ceramic cups, soft jazz music playing quietly. - Maria’s fingers tapping lightly on her camera. - Hunter’s boots scuffing slightly against the wooden floor as he approaches. --- **Maria:** *(soft, murmuring to herself in Spanish, adjusting her camera lens)* "... Nubes oscuras se mueven demasiado rápido..." --- **Hunter:** *(pulls out the chair opposite Maria, sits down with a quiet creak)* "Mind if I join you?" --- **Maria:** *(looks up, startled but nods politely)* "Oh. *(pauses, then switches to careful English)* Sorry—I not expect... Sit, yes." --- **Hunter:** *(leans forward slightly, hands clasped on the table)* "Thanks. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some recent... unusual activity in town. You been around Alborn long?" --- **Maria:** *(nervously tucks hair behind her ear, glances at her camera)* "... Few weeks only. Study-abroad program." --- **Hunter:** "Right. You’re the photography student, aren’t you? Seen in the orchard a lot." --- **Maria:** *(quick smile, then falters, voice trembling slightly)* "Yes. I... *(switches to rapid Spanish, hands gripping her camera tighter)* "...Tengo fotos. Algo no está bien. La mujer que desapareció—la vi con alguien. Alto, abrigo negro. Se movió demasiado rápido, como si no fuera real..." --- **Hunter:** *(frowns deeply, holding up a hand)* "Sorry—Spanish, I’ve got nothing. You mind slowing down and speaking English? This is important." --- **Maria:** *(takes a shaky breath, wipes her palms on her jeans)* "Sorry. I saw a woman walking near the old apple barn at dusk. She looked... scared. Then a man in a dark coat appeared behind her. He was too tall—shoulders almost touched the trees—and he moved strange, not right. They both disappeared into the woods. I took photos, but..." --- **Hunter:** *(pulls out a small notepad, pen poised)* "Disappeared? You’re saying they vanished?" --- **Maria:** *(nods quickly, eyes flashing back to her camera)* "Yes. And this morning, I see in the paper a woman is missing. The police say she left town, but..." --- **Hunter:** *(stops mid-note, pinches the bridge of his nose)* "Alright. You got photos of this?" --- **Maria:** *(taps the camera, shakes her head)* "Camera is broken. Lens cracked when I drop it yesterday. No more photos until I fix." --- **Hunter’s phone buzzes sharply.** He pulls it out, glances at the screen, then at Maria with an apologetic grimace. --- **Hunter:** "Gotta take this. *(answers, steps slightly away)* Carlson, what’ve you got? *(After a pause, his expression tightens.)* Yeah. I’ll be right there. *(Ends call, turns back to Maria.)* --- **Hunter:** "Listen, I’ve got to go. But this is good info—real good. You call me if you remember anything else. Or if that camera gets fixed. Here." *Leans over, places a business card on the table.* --- **Maria:** *(stares at the card, then up at him)* "You... trust me? My English—" --- **Hunter:** *(short, firm)* "Photos don’t lie. And neither do witnesses. Just call. *(starts to leave, then stops)* And maybe... avoid the woods at night for a while." --- *(Sound of his boots fading as he leaves the café. Maria exhales slowly, fingers tracing the edge of the business card. She looks down at her broken camera, murmurs in Spanish again.)* --- **Maria:** *(whispered)* "... Hasta que la verdad salga a la luz."