Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TCCPQZVQ3R5CE98R31923

**Voice Sheet — "The Café on Main Street"** --- **[SFX: *Gentle clinking of coffee cups, distant murmur of café patrons, a small bell chiming as the door opens.*]** **Isabella:** *(whispering to herself, reviewing photos on her camera)* No... no, non è possibile... l'ho visto... l'ho *veramente* visto. **Hunter:** Excuse me. Mind if I sit down? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm asking around about the Elmwood Bridge incident last night. You were near the area around 9 PM, according to the security footage at the corner store. **Isabella:** *(looks up, startled, clutching her camera to her chest)* Ah— scusi... io... non capisco. Non parlo... *(she shakes her head, eyes wide)* Mi dispiace, io... *(she presses a hand to her forehead)* **Hunter:** *(tilting his head)* Ma'am? I need to ask you a few questions. Did you see anything unusual near the bridge last night? **Isabella:** *(voice trembling, looking down at her camera's screen)* Quello che ho fotografato... non dovrebbe esserci. Quell'ombra... non c'era quando ho scattato. Non c'era, te lo giuro... **Hunter:** *(frowning)* I'm... gonna need you to slow down. I don't know what you're saying. **Isabella:** *(looking up at him, visibly shaken)* Per favore... mi aiuti. Ho una foto. Una foto di tutto questo. Ma non so... non so a chi farmela tradurre... *(she holds the camera out slightly, hands trembling)* **Hunter:** *(glances at the camera, then back at her, confused)* Ma'am, I appreciate the... camera. But I can't understand you. Do you speak English? Even a little? **Isabella:** *(pulls the camera back against herself, distressed)* È stato la stessa cosa al ponte, vero? L'altra persona... anche lei è sparita così... così in silenzio... **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, hand instinctively near his holster)* Alright, I'm gonna need you to speak English. I'm not trying to be difficult, but I've got three missing persons and a whole town on edge. Can you tell me your name? **Isabella:** *(quietly, almost to herself)* Isabella. Isabella. *(she points to herself)* **Hunter:** Isabella. Okay. Isabella, did you see what happened at the bridge? **Isabella:** *(shakes her head rapidly, eyes glistening)* No, no, no... è peggio. Ho *fotografato* quello che è successo. E adesso... adesso vedo che non era reale. O forse lo era... ma allora dove sono? **Hunter:** *(stares at her, completely lost)* ...Ma'am, I really wish I could follow along right now. **Isabella:** *(grabs his wrist gently, urgent)* Devi guardare questa foto. *Devi.* Guarda l'ombra dietro di me... io non l'ho vista. Non l'ho vista *finché non l'ho vista nella foto.* **Hunter:** *(looks down at her hand on his wrist, then back at her face — he can tell she's genuinely frightened, even if he doesn't understand a word)* Easy... easy. I can see you're scared. I just need— **[SFX: *Hunter's phone rings loudly.*]** **Hunter:** *(pulls away politely, standing)* I gotta take this. Don't go anywhere, Isabella. I'm gonna find someone who can talk to you. Okay? *Don't go anywhere.* **Isabella:** *(nods slowly, pulling her camera close, whispering)* Va bene... va bene... ma sbrigati... perché quella cosa nella foto... *mi ha guardata.* **Hunter:** *(answering the phone, walking away)* Hunter here. ...What do you mean, another one? Where? **[SFX: *Door bell chimes as Hunter exits. Isabella is left alone, staring at her camera screen. Her reflection stares back — and, just barely, something else in the frame behind her.*]** **Isabella:** *(very quietly)* ...Dio mio. **[SFX: *Café ambience fades.*]**