Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8KKFTAPQD8J6H53JW47SH

**VOICESHEET: COZY MYSTERY SCENE** **Marie:** *(softly, clutching her camera)* "C’est… c’est trop effrayant. Je… j’ai vu quelque chose près de la ferme Appleton. Le vent… il semblait crier." *(It’s… it’s too scary. I… I saw something near the Appleton farm. The wind… it seemed to scream.)* **Hunter:** *(squinting, arms crossed)* "I’ve been talkin’ to every tourist in this café about the festival. Are you new here? What’d you see at the Appleton place?" **Marie:** *(panicked hand gestures, pointing at her camera)* "Mon professeur… il est parti. Comme les autres." *(My professor… he left. Like the others.)* **Hunter:** *(slouching slightly, scratching his beard)* "Tourist? You got a permit to photograph property? Appleton’s been closed since the… *wait*. Did you say *‘teacher’* vanished?" *(shifts weight, now alert)* **Marie:** *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Non… *disparu*. Il travaillait à l’université. Cette forêt…" *(She taps the café map, circles a part in French, then points northward.)* "Le vent… et cette ombre. Je ne dors plus." *(The wind… and that shadow. I haven’t slept since.)* **Hunter:** *(pulling out a phone, ignoring the map)* "You took a pic? Show me. If this connects to the other cases, it’s real important." **Marie:** *(handing over the camera, her fingers shaking)* "Cette… ombre. Elle n’était pas là avant." *(This… shadow. It wasn’t there before.)* **Hunter:** *(squinting at her photos, muttering)* "Trees, fences, fields. No sign of a—" *(He pauses, pointing at a blurry corner of the image.)* "What’s this? This smudge by the river?" **Marie:** *(whimpers, nodding vigorously)* "Oui. Et une lampe… cassée? Non! *(Horrified tone)* Pas de lumière… du tout!" *(Yes. And a lantern… broken? No! No light… at all!)* **Hunter:** *(already walking away, phone ringing in his pocket)* "Look, I gotta take this. Stay put. I’ll find someone to translate." *(Answers call)* "Yeah? What’ve you got?" **Marie:** *(calling after him, French rising with urgency)* "Ne partez pas! La forêt… elle est *piégée*!" *(Don’t go! The forest… it’s *trapped*!)* **Hunter:** *(over shoulder, impatient)* "Wait—*trapped*? Ma’am, I don’t speak—!" *(The call cuts him off. He pulls the phone to his ear, heading out briskly)* "Hold on, I’ll be there in ten. Copy that." *(Sheepishly tucks the map into his coat pocket.)* **[Fade on Marie’s camera, still lying on the table. A photo glows with a faint blurriness at the edge of the river. The wind outside whistles ominously.]**