Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKC2HE5XHBZTVAA4NRFQDQ

**Voice Sheet:** --- **Isabella:** *(softly, to herself, in Italian)* "Non riesco a credere che sia successo qui... è così tranquillo questo posto." *(She sighs, looking down at her camera, her fingers tracing the edges as if searching for answers in its lens.)* *(Hunter approaches, pulling out a small notepad and pen. He clears his throat, his expression serious but not unkind.)* **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened at the festival last night?" *(Isabella looks up, startled. Her eyes widen slightly, and she clutches her camera a little tighter. She responds in rapid, shaken Italian.)* **Isabella:** "Io... io non so nulla! Non ho visto nulla! È stato orribile, non riesco ancora a..." *(She trails off, her voice trembling as she shakes her head, as if trying to rid herself of the memory.)* *(Hunter blinks, clearly confused. He leans in slightly, as if that might help him understand her words.)* **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I... I don’t speak Italian. You’re gonna have to help me out here." *(Isabella looks at him, her brow furrowing in frustration. She gestures wildly with her hands, her words spilling out in a mix of urgency and fear.)* **Isabella:** "Non capisce? Ma come? È importante! C’era un uomo, vicino al chiosco delle mele, e poi... poi è sparito!" *(She mimics a vanishing motion with her hands, her voice rising in pitch.)* *(Hunter scratches his head, his no-nonsense demeanor faltering slightly as he realizes the language barrier is thicker than he anticipated.)* **Hunter:** "Okay, okay. Slow down. You’re saying there was a man near the apple stand? And then he... disappeared?" *(He makes a vague gesture, mimicking her earlier motion, hoping it’s universal enough.)* *(Isabella nods vigorously, relieved that he seems to be catching on, even if just barely. She points toward the town square, her words still rapid but slightly calmer.)* **Isabella:** "Sì, sì! Lì! E non era solo lui. Ho sentito le voci, le urla. Ma quando sono arrivata la polizia, non c’era più nessuno!" *(Hunter jots down a few notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looks up at her, his tone firm but not unkind.)* **Hunter:** "Alright, listen. I’m gonna need you to come down to the station later. We’ll get someone who can translate, okay? For now, just... stay in town." *(Isabella nods, though her expression is still uneasy. She clutches her camera to her chest, as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.)* **Isabella:** *(quietly, in Italian)* "Va bene. Ma... per favore, trovatelo. Prima che sia troppo tardi." *(Hunter gives her a small, reassuring nod, even if he doesn’t understand the words. Just as he’s about to say something else, his phone rings. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and sighs.)* **Hunter:** "I’ve gotta take this. Stay here for a minute." *(He steps away, answering the call with a brisk,)* "Hunter here." *(Isabella watches him, her fingers tightening around her camera as the weight of the situation settles back over her.)* ---