Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8JVPAKGQW84Y2DGGH87FZ

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of the Alborn Café, late morning. Isabella sits at a small wooden table, scrolling through photos on her camera. She pauses on one—a misty forest trail at dawn, with a blurred figure barely visible between the trees. Her expression tightens. Hunter enters, boots creaking on the wooden floor. He spots her, approaches with measured steps.* --- **Hunter:** Excuse me, miss. You’re new in town, right? I’ve seen you around—taking pictures near the old orchard. **Isabella:** *(Looking up startled, clutching her camera)* Mio Dio… non ti ho sentito arrivare. Cosa succede? Perché mi fissi così? **Hunter:** *(Frowning slightly, leaning in)* I… sorry. I don’t understand Italian. Do you speak any English? **Isabella:** *(Shaking her head, voice trembling)* No, no inglese. Non capisco. Perché mi parli? Voglio solo stare in pace. **Hunter:** *(Slower, as if that helps)* I’m trying to ask—you’ve been around Alborn the past week, taking photos. Did you… see anything strange? At night? By the woods? **Isabella:** *(Eyes widening. She gestures frantically toward her camera)* Sì, sì! Nella foresta… ho visto… una figura. Non era una persona. Troppo silenziosa. Come un’ombra senza volto. **Hunter:** *(Leans in, intrigued but frustrated)* You saw something? In the woods? Can you—can you show me? *Isabella hesitates, then turns the camera screen toward him. The photo shows the edge of the trail, fog curling like smoke. Between the pines—a tall, thin shape, featureless, barely there. Hunter’s jaw tightens.* **Hunter:** *(Muttering)* Damn. That’s the third one. *He points at the figure, then at her, trying to convey meaning.* **Hunter:** When? When did you take this? *Isabella holds up six fingers, then mimes the moon above her head.* **Isabella:** Sei notti fa. Era mezzanotte. Silenzio totale. Poi… il click… e un suono. Come un respiro… ma non umano. **Hunter:** *(Gravelly, half to himself)* Six nights. Same pattern. You hear anything else? *He makes a low humming sound. Isabella’s face pales. She nods quickly.* **Isabella:** Sì! Proprio così! Come una vibrazione nelle ossa. Non nel mio orecchio… dentro la testa. *Hunter exhales sharply, takes out a small notebook, scribbles something.* **Hunter:** I need to remember this. You’re important to— *His phone rings. He glances at the screen, answers immediately.* **Hunter:** Yeah? … What? Where? … Shit. I’m on my way. *He hangs up, looks back at Isabella, torn.* **Hunter:** I have to go. But—stay safe. Don’t go back to those woods. Capisce? Non tornare là. **Isabella:** *(Confused, wary)* Perché? Cosa c’è laggiù? *Hunter hesitates, then simply says:* **Hunter:** People disappear there. And I think… whatever you photographed might be why. *He gives her one last look—part suspicion, part concern—and strides out. Isabella stares after him, then down at her camera. She presses delete on the photo. But her hand trembles over the button. She doesn’t go through with it.* --- **[End Scene]**