Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DWYTM2ZVGTJRQ13YDKGPJ

**Voice Sheet – Scene: The Cafe** **Setting:** A small café in Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. The clink of coffee cups and low chatter fill the air. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, her camera in her hands, scrolling through photos with a troubled expression. --- **Hunter:** (Approaching the table, voice firm but not unkind) "Excuse me. Ma'am? Sorry to interrupt. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm looking into a few people who've gone missing around town lately. You were near the old apple orchard the day one of them disappeared. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" **Isabella:** (Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide, almost haunted. She shakes her head quickly, speaking in a rush of Italian) "No... non capisco. Non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace. L'uomo... l'ho visto. L'ho visto sparire. Ma non so cosa dire. Non ho parole." **Hunter:** (Blinking, clearly lost) "Uh... I'm sorry. I don't... I don't speak Italian. Do you... understand any English at all? Just a little?" **Isabella:** (Trembling, clutching the camera to her chest) "No... solo italiano. Mi dispiace tanto. Volevo aiutare, ma non posso. Quell'uomo... non sembrava reale. E poi il rumore... un suono che non ho mai sentito." **Hunter:** (Sighs, runs a hand over his face) "Alright. Okay. Look... I'm just gonna talk slow, and you just... nod or shake your head, alright? Were you at the orchard on Tuesday?" **Isabella:** (Stares at him, then shakes her head in frustration) "Non capisco... non capisco quello che dice... ma sì, ero lì. L'ho visto con i miei occhi. Ma non posso raccontarlo. Nessuno mi crederebbe." **Hunter:** (Studies her face, noting her genuine distress) "You look scared. Did you see something? Something bad?" (He gestures vaguely, trying to mime his meaning) "Something... dangerous?" **Isabella:** (Eyes welling with tears, she nods slowly) "Sì... sì. Pericoloso. Molto pericoloso. Non era... non era umano." (She whispers the last word, as if afraid to say it aloud.) **Hunter:** (Leans in, his voice dropping) "Was it a person? A man? A woman?" **Isabella:** (Shakes her head frantically, then points at her camera) "Fotografia. Ho una fotografia. Ma non so cosa mostri. È tutto sfocato. Come se... come se non volesse essere visto." **Hunter:** (His phone buzzes. He glances at it, jaw tightening) "I gotta take this." (He holds up a finger, answers the call) "Hunter. Yeah. What? Where?" (Pause. His face darkens.) "I'm on my way." **Hunter:** (Hangs up, looks back at Isabella, torn) "I have to go. There's another one. Another missing person." (He takes a business card from his pocket and places it on the table.) "This is my number. If you... if you need help, or if you remember anything... try to find someone who can translate. Okay?" **Isabella:** (Picks up the card, stares at it, then meets his eyes. Her voice is barely a whisper) "Vada... vada a salvare chi può. Ma stia attento. L'ombra... l'ombra lo sta aspettando." **Hunter:** (Hesitates, feeling the weight of her words even though he doesn't understand them. He nods once.) "Stay safe." (He turns and walks quickly out of the café, phone pressed to his ear. Isabella watches him go, then slowly turns the camera over in her hands, her fingers trembling.)