Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2EJX49SH6W98972WVXGFDV

**Voice Sheet: Scene at the Cafe** **Hunter:** Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit down? **Melanie:** *Looks up from her camera, startled* Ah... ja, yes, please. **Hunter:** I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into what happened at the old mill last night. I heard you might have been out there, taking pictures around that time. **Melanie:** *Her hands tighten on the camera, her face paling* Das verstehe ich nicht... nicht ganz... I... I was there. **Hunter:** You were? Can you tell me what you saw? **Melanie:** *Shakes her head, speaking rapidly, her voice trembling* Es war so schnell. Der Nebel... und dann die Schreie. Ich habe nur Bilder gemacht, von den Bäumen, der Landschaft, und dann... *she shudders, hugging the camera to her chest* Ich wollte nur weg. Ich verstehe nicht, was passiert ist. **Hunter:** *Leans forward, brow furrowed in concentration* I... I'm sorry, I didn't catch all of that. Are you saying you heard screams? Did you see anyone else there? Another person? **Melanie:** *Her eyes are wide, distant* Ein Schatten. Vielleicht zwei. Es war nicht richtig. Es war... *she struggles for the word, finally whispering* ...falsch. **Hunter:** *Sighs, rubbing his chin* A shadow? Wrong? Miss, I need something concrete. A description. A direction they went. Anything. Did you get a photo? **Melanie:** *Looks down at her camera as if it might burn her* Nein. Nein, die Bilder sind... weg. Verschwunden. The memory card, it is corrupted. Nothing. *She looks up at him, her expression pleading for him to understand something her words can't convey* Es hat alles genommen. **Hunter:** *Holds up a hand, his expression softening just a fraction* Okay. Okay, slow down. Let's... let's try this a different way. **--- They talk for a while, Hunter using simple words, pointing to locations on a map, and Melanie replying with broken English and gestures, her shaken state never quite fading. ---** *Hunter's phone buzzes sharply on the table. He glances at the screen.* **Hunter:** I have to take this. *He stands, placing a card on the table.* If you remember anything else... anything at all... you find a way to contact me. Understand? *He speaks slower on the last word.* Un-der-stand? **Melanie:** *Nods, picking up the card with a trembling hand* Ja. Ja, ich verstehe. **Hunter:** *Answers the phone, already turning away* Hunter. Talk to me. **(Hunter exits the cafe, leaving Melanie alone, staring at the blank screen of her camera.)**