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**Voice Sheet – Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *[Scene: A quiet autumn morning at The Rustic Bean, a small café in Alborn, MN. Leaves drift past the window. ISABELLA sits at a corner table, reviewing photos on her camera, her brow furrowed. HUNTER enters, scanning the room. He approaches her, notepad in hand.]* **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Did you happen to be near the old Miller orchard two nights ago? Around midnight?" *[Isabella looks up, startled. She sees a stern-faced man in a trench coat, speaking fast. She doesn’t understand. She hesitates, then speaks in distressed Italian.]* **Isabella:** "Mi dispiace, non capisco... cosa ha detto? Io... io ero al fiume, con la mia macchina fotografica. C’era qualcuno là—nell’ombra. Non sorrideva. Non parlava. Solo... mi guardava. Ho scattato una foto… ma ora non c’è più. È sparita. Come tutti gli altri?" *[Hunter blinks, listening intently but clearly lost. He frowns, trying to interpret her tone.]* **Hunter:** "You... were at the river? Did you see someone? A man? Or—anyone acting strange?" *[Isabella shakes her head quickly, frustrated. She points to her camera, then to the woods outside the window.]* **Isabella:** "Non parlo inglese! Solo italiano! Io ho paura! Quella foto—c’era un uomo fermo tra gli alberi, senza volto. E adesso… la memoria è vuota. Qualcosa non va in questo posto." *[Hunter leans in slightly, piecing together her fear, if not her words. He nods slowly, voice softening.]* **Hunter:** "You're scared. I get that. Something happened. You saw something near the river. A man?" *[Isabella nods urgently, grabs a napkin, and quickly scribbles a small sketch of a figure beneath tall trees, a dark silhouette with no face. She hands it to him. Hunter takes it, eyes narrowing.]* **Hunter:** "This man—was he there when people went missing?" *[Isabella doesn’t understand, but sees the urgency. She taps the sketch, then points to the calendar behind the counter—two days ago. She makes a zipping motion over her lips and fades her hand into the air.]* **Hunter:** "Gone. Vanished. Yeah... I know the feeling." *[His phone rings sharply. He glances at the screen—UNKNOWN CALLER. He hesitates, then answers.]* **Hunter:** "Hunter." *[Brief pause. His expression darkens.]* **Hunter:** "Where?... Same spot?... On my way." *[He ends the call, tucks the phone away, gives Isabella a firm but respectful look.]* **Hunter:** "Grazie... I think. Stay here. Don’t go back to the river. Not tonight." *[He turns and leaves quickly. Isabella watches him go, clutching her camera like a talisman. Outside, the wind stirs the fallen leaves into a spiral.]* **[End Scene]**