Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX308BMFHSKX52VGMRDM3EK

**VOCE SHEET — CAFÉ SCENE** Isabella: *looks up from camera, startled* "Oh... buongiorno." Hunter: "Morning. Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I wanted to ask you a few questions about the night of the apple festival — specifically near the orchard on Miller Road." Isabella: *brow furrows, gestures toward the camera* "Io... sì, io ero lì. Ho preso molte foto. Ma... la donna, lei — she was just *scomparsa*. Come il vento, capisce?" Hunter: "I — sorry, I don't understand. You were there? At the orchard?" Isabella: "Sì, sì, lì! Con la mia macchina fotografica." *holds up camera* "Ma ho visto qualcosa di strano... una luce. Una luce blu vicino agli alberi. E poi... niente. Solo silenzio. Troppo silenzio." *her hand trembles slightly* Hunter: *exhales slowly* "Okay... I'm getting that you saw something, but I need details. Do you speak any English at all?" Isabella: *shakes head apologetically* "No inglese. Mi dispiace, mi dispiace tanto. Io volevo aiutare, ma non so come dire... Era come un incubo. Quella donna urlava, e poi — puff." Hunter: *pinches bridge of nose* "A nightmare... she screamed... and then 'puff'?" *gestures with hand* "Gone?" Isabella: *nods vigorously, eyes wide* "Sì! Andato. Via. Io ho provato a correre ma... le mie gambe non si muovevano. Come pietra. Ho solo scattato la foto." *turns camera around to show the screen* Hunter: *leans in, squinting at the display* "What the hell... is that a figure? In the blue light? Can you — can you send me this?" Isabella: *hesitates, clutching camera to her chest* "Lei vuole la foto? È... è l'unica prova. L'unica che mi crede, forse." Hunter: "I know you're scared. I can see that." *holds up badge again, points to it, then points to himself* "Detective. I can help. Protect. You." *mimes shielding* Isabella: *softens slightly, inhales shakily* "Okay. Okay. Ma lei deve promettermi... prometta che sarà al sicuro. La foto. Non la perda." Hunter: "I promise. I'll keep it safe." *pulls out phone* "I'm going to find someone who speaks Italian so we can —" *Hunter's phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, expression hardening.* Hunter: "I have to take this." *answers* "Hunter. ...When? ...Dammit. I'm on my way." *ends call, looks at Isabella* "I have to go. Stay here — or better yet, don't leave town. I'll find a translator. Don't show those photos to anyone else. Anyone. Capisce?" Isabella: *clutches camera tighter, whispers* "Capisco. Vada. Presto." Hunter: *nods once, turns, and strides out of the café* Isabella: *watches him leave, then looks down at the photo on her camera screen, her reflection ghosted over the image of a blue light between dark trees* "Ti prego, fai che non sia troppo tardi."