Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEE2R5QQN23MDAKZGBPQDP

```plaintext VOICE - CHARACTER SHEET CHARACTER: ISABELLA AGE: 30 BIRTHPLACE: Italy DESCRIPTION: College student on a study abroad program, fluent in Italian, does not understand English. Enjoys landscape photography. Always seen with her camera. In this scene, she is troubled and shaken. CHARACTER: HUNTER AGE: 35 PROFESSION: Detective DESCRIPTION: Investigating a series of mysterious disappearances. Former marine with a no-nonsense attitude. Does not know Italian, not even basic phrases. Confused when Isabella speaks. SCENE: A café in Alborn, MN DIALOGUE: [Hunter walks over to Isabella who is sitting at a small table in a corner of the café, looking intently at the screen of her camera. She appears troubled, her fingers trembling slightly as she swipes through photos.] INTERACTION: HUNTER: (Approaches cautiously, pulls out a chair and sits down) Excuse me. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm working on a case, and I think you might be able to help me. ISABELLA: (Tenses up, looks at him with wide eyes, then quickly looks down at her camera) (In rapid, slightly impeccable Italian) No, no, I don't understand! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just here for photographs... photography... for school... please, I just want to be left alone. HUNTER: (Leans forward slightly, eyebrows furrowed) Ma'am, I'm sorry, I don't think I understand. Are you alright? Can you speak English? ISABELLA: (Shakes her head vigorously, her hands fidgeting with her camera strap) (Italian continues) No, no English! I'm sorry! I don't speak your language! Please! Non capisco! HUNTER: (Pulls out his notepad and begins to write notes, slightly frustrated) Right. Well, I'll try to make this clear. Have you seen anything unusual around town? Any strange people or activities? ISABELLA: (Looking frightened, she gestures vaguely) (Italian continues) Strange? Yes, everything is strange here! People disappearing... the dark woods at night... everyone looks at me like... like I'm a stranger. Which I am. (She squeezes her camera tightly) HUNTER: (Leans in closer, speaking more slowly and deliberately) People disappearing? What do you mean? When did you see this happen? ISABELLA: (Her voice trembles, her eyes dart nervously around the café) (Italian shrug) I... I don't know exactly, okay? I have been taking photos... at night. I saw one person walk toward the woods and never come back. Then I heard the talk... even though I don't understand. People whisper about it. (She gestures with her hands, trying to communicate through expressions and body language) HUNTER: (Now writing rapidly, completely focused on her testimony) Which direction did they go? Can you point to the spot? This is very important information. ISABELLA: (Leans forward slightly, pointing toward the window, her voice getting more urgent) (Italian continues with growing emotion) There! Near that old farm on the edge of town! There's a path that goes into the forest. The person walked down it and... poof! (She makes a disappearing gesture with her hands) ...they were gone. I... I was scared to say anything. I'm just a visitor. I don't want any trouble. HUNTER: (Smiling slightly despite the seriousness, appreciating her willingness to help despite the language barrier) Alright, I think I get the picture. You saw someone go into the woods near the old farm? And they didn't come back out? That's exactly the kind of information I need. ISABELLA: (Relieved that he's starting to understand through her pantomime and emotion) (In more controlled Italian) Yes. Yes, that's what I saw. HUNTER: (His phone suddenly rings, interrupts their conversation) Sorry, I have to take this. (He pulls out his phone) Hunter... Yeah? Right. I'll be right there. (He stands up) Thank you. You've been very helpful. I might need to talk to you again. Do you have anywhere you're staying? ISABELLA: (Nods quickly) (Italian with some difficulty getting the words out) Yes, at the big house near the university... the student housing? I go... to class. HUNTER: (Standing, putting his notepad away) Got it. Student housing by the university. If anything else happens, if you see anything else, call me. (He hands her his card, she looks at it confused) Detective Hunter. Call me. Okay? ISABELLA: (Still holding the card, looking at his badge with a mix of fear and trust) (Italian, nodding) Si. Yes. I will call. I... I hope I am not in trouble. HUNTER: (Shakes his head reassuringly) Not at all. You've helped, not harmed. I've got to go, but I might have more questions later. [Hunter hurriedly leaves the café as Isabella watches him go, a look of worried puzzlement on her face as she turns her camera over in her hands, then looks back down at his card.] ```