Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2F4E9CSHED47HFX7YHEQRH

**Voice Sheet** *Scene: A small, sunlit cafe in Alborn. MELANIE sits alone at a wrought-iron table, her camera in her hands. She scrolls through images, her face pale and drawn. HUNTER, in a plain suit, approaches her table.* --- **Hunter:** Excuse me. Miss? You're the photographer, right? I'm Detective Hunter. Mind if I sit down for a moment? **Melanie:** *Looks up, startled. She manages a weak, polite smile, clutching her camera closer.* Ja... hallo. Bitte. **Hunter:** *Pulls out a chair and sits, leaning forward.* I'm looking into what happened last night, at the old mill. I heard you were there, taking pictures just before... well, before it all went down. Did you see anything? **Melanie:** *Her breath hitches. She shakes her head, her knuckles white around the camera. The words tumble out in a hushed, rapid German.* Oh, Gott. Sie war einfach... verschwunden. Immer noch da, auf dem Foto, aber nicht in der Luft. Es war so still. Ich habe die Bilder gesehen, einen Moment war sie da, und dann... nichts. **Hunter:** *His face is a perfect mask of confusion. He holds up a hand.* Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I... look, I didn't catch any of that. Was that "vanished"? You said "vershwunden"? Did you see who she was with? Which way did they go? **Melanie:** *Frustrated tears well in her eyes. She gestures desperately at the camera screen.* Nein, Sie verstehen nicht! Sie ist nicht weggegangen! Auf den Bildern ist sie einfach fort! Kein Mensch, kein Schatten. Nur die Mühle. Es ist, als ob die Luft sie... geschluckt hätte. **Hunter:** *He rubs his jaw, clearly trying to piece meaning from her tone and gestures.* You're pointing at your camera. Okay. You took a picture of her, right? A picture of the victim. Can I see it? Just the last one you took. The screen. **Melanie:** *She turns the camera's display towards him. Her finger trembles as she points to a Grainy, dark image of the mill's silhouette against a twilight sky. It is7878 completely empty.* Da! Sehen Sie? Das letzte Bild. Sie steht noch nicht einmal einen Meter vor mir, aber das Bild zeigt NICHTS. Nichts! Mein Objektiv... es hat sie nicht gesehen, aber meine Augen schon. **Hunter:** *He squints at the empty picture, then back at her07E8 distressed face. He sighs, a sound of deep, practical exhaustion.* Okay. Okay, I see... a picture of the mill. With no one in it. That's955 all I see. Miss, look, I need facts. Was her name Elara? Did she say anything before—before you took this4006 picture of nothing? **Melanie:** *She shakes her head violently, a single tear tracing down her cheek.* Ich kann nicht! Ich kann es Ihnen nicht auf Englisch sagen. Ich wünschte, ich könnte es. Es war kein Verbrechen, Herr Detective. Es war... etwas anderes. Etwas Schlimmeres. *HUNTER's phone buzzes sharply on his belt. He snatches it up, checks the caller ID, and his expression hardens into urgency.* **Hunter:** *Standing abruptly.* I have to take this. Stay here. Don't leave town. I'm going to find someone who speaks... whatever that is. German. I'll find a translator, and we are going to try this again with words I can use. *He answers the call, already turning away.* Hunter. **Melanie:** *Whispers to his retreating back.* Sie werden niemanden finden, der das übersetzen kann.