Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7YMDV8H55XJW9KP1QZ4FG

**Voice Sheet – "Lost in Translation"** *[Scene: A quiet corner of Maple & Bean Café in Alborn, MN. Autumn light filters through the windows. MARIA, 30, sits at a small table, staring at her camera screen, her hands slightly trembling. She zooms in on a blurry photo of the town square at dusk. HUNTER, 35, in a worn leather jacket and stern expression, approaches.]* **Hunter:** You the one been taking pictures around town? Saw you near the old mill yesterday. *Maria looks up, startled. She fumbles her camera and blinks rapidly, clearly distressed.* **Maria:** ¡Dios mío... no sé qué vi! ¡Era un hombre, pero... no podía verle la cara! Solo sombra… y el silencio. Y luego... desapareció. Como si el bosque lo hubiera tragado. ¡Tenéis que hacer algo! *Hunter blinks, brow furrowing. He tilts his head slightly, unable to understand.* **Hunter:** I... uh... sorry. I don’t speak Spanish. You okay, miss? *Maria takes a breath, realizing he doesn’t understand. She points vigorously at her photo, then gestures toward the woods beyond town.* **Maria:** ¡Allí! ¡En el bosque! ¡Vi algo anoche! ¡No era normal! ¡Y la luz en la foto... no estaba cuando tomé la imagen! *She traces a glowing orb in the image with her finger, eyes wide. Hunter leans in, studying the photo. He frowns, intrigued despite the language barrier.* **Hunter:** You saw something in the woods? At night? *She nods urgently, speaking quickly.* **Maria:** ¡Sí! ¡A eso de las once! Estaba fotografiando el atardecer... y de repente, todo se oscureció. Escuché un sonido... como un susurro. Y luego... nada. Silencio total. *Hunter pulls out his notepad, scribbling: "Spanish speaker – saw anomaly near woods ~9 PM? Possible witness." He looks at her, softening slightly.* **Hunter:** You were alone? *Maria nods, shivering. She hugs her camera close.* **Maria:** Estoy sola aquí. No hablo bien... no entiendo a nadie. Pero esto no es normal. Algo le pasa a esta ciudad. *Hunter rubs his jaw, conflicted. Before he can respond, his phone vibrates sharply. He answers.* **Hunter:** Yeah. Hunter here. *[Pause. His expression tightens.]* **Hunter:** Another one missing? Where? [Beat, then sharper:] Same trail near Black Pine Ridge? [Long pause.] I’m on my way. *He hangs up, sighs, and looks back at Maria with reluctant urgency.* **Hunter:** I gotta go. But... stay out of the woods. Stay safe, okay? *Maria stares at him, sensing the gravity. She speaks softly, almost pleading.* **Maria:** Por favor... investiga la iglesia vieja. La que está entre los árboles. Nadie la menciona... pero está en mis fotos. Siempre está allí. *Hunter hesitates, then nods slowly—not understanding the words, but reading the fear in her eyes.* **Hunter:** Alright. I’ll check it out. Thanks for... whatever it is you’re trying to tell me. *He turns and walks out. Maria watches him go, then looks down at her camera. The image on the screen flickers—just for a second—the faint outline of a crumbling church where none had been before.*