Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7RPXKXWW4WYEX70SCX382

**Voice Sheet: Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *(Ambience: Soft clinking of coffee cups, distant chatter, wind rustling through autumn trees. Isabella sits at an outdoor table, gently swiping through photos on her camera. Hunter approaches in a trench coat, notepad in hand.)* **Hunter:** Ma’am, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I’m with the county investigation—there’ve been some recent disappearances, and we’re talking to everyone who’s been in town over the last week. *(Isabella looks up, startled. She blinks, then offers a hesitant smile, clearly not understanding.)* **Isabella:** Scusi? Non parlo inglese… Sto studiando qui, ma… non capisco. C’è stato qualcosa di strano ieri sera vicino al frutteto—ho scattato delle foto, ma… la luce era strana. E quel rumore… sembrava un grido. *(Her voice trembles slightly. She gestures with her camera.)* Perché nessuno risponde al telefono laggiù? Ho provato a chiamare il proprietario… *(Hunter frowns, clearly lost. He tilts his head, trying to grasp any familiar word.)* **Hunter:** I… I’m sorry. I don’t understand. Do you speak English at all? *(Isabella shakes her head, frustrated but trying to stay calm. She points to her camera, then mimics taking a photo, then points vaguely north.)* **Isabella:** Frutteto. Ieri notte. Tante luci… ma non erano luci normali. Come… spettri. E dopo—silenzio. Nessuno. Ho aspettato. Ho paura. *(Hunter watches her gestures carefully. He glances at her camera, then jots something down.)* **Hunter:** Wait—you were at the orchard last night? You saw something? *(Isabella nods fervently, then points to her photos, swiping to show a blurred image of strange glowing lights between trees.)* **Isabella:** Sì, sì! Queste! Non sono foto normali! E… *(She makes a low howling sound, then covers her ears.)* Così. Ho sentito questo. E poi più niente. *(Hunter leans in, eyes narrowing with interest but still struggling with the language barrier.)* **Hunter:** Okay… okay. So you were at the apple orchard. Last night. You saw lights… heard a sound. That’s important. Really important. *(Suddenly, Hunter’s phone rings. He pulls it out, checks the ID. His expression hardens.)* **Hunter:** Yeah? … What? Near the north trail? You sure? … On my way. *(He turns back to Isabella, apologetic but urgent.)* **Hunter:** Look, I gotta go. But… stay here. Don’t go back to the orchard. And—uh— *(He points to her camera, then makes a “safe” gesture, putting it in her bag.)* Keep this safe. I’ll come back. Got it? *(Isabella doesn’t understand, but sees his urgency. She nods slowly, clutching her camera.)* **Isabella:** Va bene… ma… state attenti. C’è qualcosa di sbagliato in quel posto. *(Hunter gives her a brief nod and strides off. Isabella watches him go, then looks down at her camera—her fingers trembling as she zooms in on the eerie glow between the trees.)* --- **End Voice Sheet.**