Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8FMRKVJW5JZ60DNJCDMSC

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of Daisy’s Hillside Café in Alborn, MN. Morning light filters through the window. Isabella sits at a small table, reviewing photos on her camera. She looks unsettled. Hunter enters, badge clipped to his belt, scanning the room. He approaches her with a serious expression.* --- **Hunter:** "Ma’am, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I’m with the sheriff’s department. Did you happen to attend the Apple Festival last weekend?" **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled, speaking rapidly in Italian)* "Cosa? Polizia? No, non capisco… Ero al parco domenica, sì, ma non al festival! Ho scattato delle foto… laggiù vicino al vecchio silo. C’era qualcosa… qualcosa non andava. Una figura. Non si muoveva… e poi… sparita. Non c’era nessuno! Perché nessuno mi crede?" **Hunter:** *(frowning, leaning slightly forward)* "Uh… sorry, I don’t… you’re not from around here, are you? I don’t speak Italian. Did you see anything unusual near the festival grounds? A person acting strange? Anyone you didn’t recognize?" **Isabella:** *(gesturing with her camera, voice trembling in Italian)* "Non parlo inglese! Fotografo paesaggi! Ma quella foto… l’ho cancellata. Troppo strana. Occhi… non umani. E il silenzio. Perché tutto era così silenzioso?" **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubbing his temple)* "Look, I’m trying to help. If you saw something important, even if it seems small, I need to know. Can you show me your camera? Maybe the photos?" **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, holding the camera closer, speaking faster, distressed)* "No! Non la guardo più. È maledetta, quella foto! Il cielo… era sbagliato. Più scuro di quanto dovesse essere. E la donna… non so chi fosse, ma non sorrideva. Non respirava. Giuro che non respirava!" **Hunter:** *(staring, trying to piece it together)* "Woman? What woman? Did you see someone go missing? Or… wait—did you report this?" *(Just then, Hunter’s phone buzzes loudly. He hesitates, eyes still on Isabella.)* **Isabella:** *(pleading in Italian)* "Per favore… tu hai un distintivo. Vai al silo. Guarda di notte. Ma non da solo." **Hunter:** *(answering the phone, voice sharp)* "Hunter… What? Near the old mill? Alright. I’m on my way." *(He hangs up, looks back at Isabella, conflicted.)* "Stay here. Or go back to your place. Don’t go near the outskirts after dark. And… write down anything you remember. Even if I can’t read it now, I’ll find someone who can." *(He gives her a notepad from his pocket, then turns and strides out of the café. Isabella watches him leave, then whispers to herself.)* **Isabella:** *(softly, in Italian)* "Troppo tardi. Lei ti sta già aspettando." *(End scene.)* --- *Note: The dialogue reflects the language barrier and rising tension. Isabella’s Italian lines express fear and urgency; Hunter’s English responses convey growing concern despite limited understanding. The unresolved mystery lingers.*