Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8KWGFHJ8JSEME9MRQE3W5

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café in Alborn, MN** *(Ambience: Soft chatter, clinking of coffee cups, faint autumn wind outside. Marie sits at a corner table, intently scrolling through photos on her camera. Hunter enters, badge subtly visible under his jacket. He approaches her with a calm but authoritative demeanor.)* **Hunter:** Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some recent incidents around town, and I was wondering if you’ve noticed anything unusual lately—maybe while you’ve been taking photos? *(Marie looks up, startled. She sees a serious man speaking rapidly in a language she doesn’t understand. She blinks, confused.)* **Marie:** … Je suis désolée… Je ne parle pas anglais. *(Her voice is soft, slightly nervous. She gestures helplessly, then points to her ears and shakes her head gently.)* **Hunter:** … You don’t speak English? *(He frowns slightly, processing. He tries slower, enunciating.)* English? No? **Marie:** *(Shakes her head again, apologetic.)* Non, je ne comprends pas. Je suis désolée… *(She looks around, as if hoping someone else might help. Her hands tighten around her camera.)* J’ai vu quelque chose… à la lisière du bois… quelque chose de bizarre… hier soir. *(Her voice lowers, troubled.)* Il y avait une lumière… et puis… plus rien. **Hunter:** *(Leans in slightly, trying to follow. He catches “lumière” vaguely but doesn’t understand. He rubs his temple, frustrated but not unkind.)* I… don’t understand French, ma’am. Sorry. *(He pulls out a small notepad, writes slowly: “Strange things?” and points to it, then mimics a camera with his hands.)* You take pictures? See anything strange? **Marie:** *(Nods slowly, catching on. She turns her camera screen toward him—shows a blurred, glowing light near a tree line at dusk. Her finger taps it urgently.)* Oui, ici… dans la forêt. Près du vieux verger. La lumière… elle bougeait… pas naturelle. Et… *(her voice trembles)* … personne d’autre n’était là. Personne. **Hunter:** *(Stares at the photo, brows furrowing. He recognizes “verger” might be “orchard” — remembers the old apple orchard near where the last person vanished. He’s intrigued but can’t fully grasp her words.)* Orchard…? You saw something… at the orchard? **Marie:** *(Nods vigorously.)* Oui! La nuit dernière! Et… *(she mimes someone vanishing, her hand swooping down)* … silence. Comme si… tout avait disparu. *(Hunter’s expression sharpens. He’s heard similar descriptions before. He opens his mouth to respond—but his phone rings sharply. He hesitates, then answers.)* **Hunter:** Hunter. *(Listens. His jaw tightens.)* What? Where? … I’m on my way. *(He hangs up, glances back at Marie, conflicted.)* I gotta go. Emergency. *(He points to the orchard on her photo, then to her, serious.)* Stay here. Don’t go back there. You understand? *Stay here.* *(Marie doesn’t understand the words, but his tone and gesture are clear. She nods, wide-eyed. Hunter gives a curt nod, then turns and strides out of the café. Marie watches him go, clinging to her camera like a lifeline.)* **[End Scene]**