Here's the scene with dialogue formatted as a voice sheet: Selvi sat hunched over a small, round table at the Apple Blossom Cafe, the clatter of ceramic and the gentle murmur of Sunday morning chatter fading into the background of her anxiety. Her camera, a sturdy Canon with a well-worn strap, was clutched in her hands, her thumb stroking the smooth casing as her eyes darted over the images on the display screen. Rolling hills, vibrant green under a clear sky, an old stone bridge reflecting in a glassy creek – the beauty of Alborn, Minnesota, that had once brought her such joy now felt… distant. Ethereal, like a ghost of happier times. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up, her heart giving a startled flutter. A tall man stood beside her table, his presence commanding without being overtly aggressive. He had an intensity in his gaze that made her instinctively pull her camera a little closer. Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Do you have a moment?" Selvi’s brow furrowed. The words were a jumble, a foreign sound, and she could only offer a small, hesitant shake of her head. She knew no English, and the sudden approach of this serious-looking man sent a prickle of unease down her spine. Hunter: "My name's Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some… recent events in Alborn. I understand you're new to town, on a study abroad program." He gestured vaguely around the cafe, then towards her, his expression expectant. Selvi could only stare, her mouth slightly open. He was talking *at* her, not *to* her, and the rapid pace of his unfamiliar words only heightened her sense of isolation. Selvi: "जी, मैं… मुझे समझ नहीं आया। मुझे अंग्रेजी नहीं आती।" (Ji, main… Mujhe samajh nahin aaya. Mujhe Angrezi nahin aati.) Hunter blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. The words were… not English. He ran a hand over his short-cropped hair, making a mental note that this was going to be more complicated than he’d thought. Hunter: "Right. Okay. Uh… I’m looking for information about… have you seen anything unusual? Anyone… missing?" He mimed a person vanishing with his hands, hoping the gesture might bridge the linguistic gap. Selvi watched his movements, her eyes wide. Missing. The word, though unheard, seemed to transmit its meaning through his troubled expression, through the tense set of his shoulders. She remembered the hushed whispers she'd overheard, the changed atmosphere in town, the way people’s eyes darted around, like prey. A shiver ran through her. Selvi: "गायब हो गए लोग… वो सब क्या हो रहा है यहाँ? मैं डरी हुई हूँ। मुझे कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा, लेकिन हर कोई परेशान है। क्या हुआ है?" (Gayab ho gaye log… Woh sab kya ho raha hai yahaan? Main dari hui hoon. Mujhe kuch samajh nahin aa raha, lekin har koi pareshan hai. Kya hua hai?) Hunter leaned slightly closer, his confusion deepening. He could hear the distress in her voice, the tremor in her hands as she clutched her camera. She was troubled, undeniably shaken, but her words remained a mystery. He wished he had a translator, or even a phrasebook, but he hadn't anticipated this. Hunter: "I… I can see you're upset. Are you saying… you know something? Or you've heard things?" He tried to slow his speech, to articulate each word clearly, hoping some universal human signal might get through. Selvi shook her head vigorously, her long hair swaying. Selvi: "मैं तो बस तस्वीरें ले रही थी। सब कुछ इतना सुंदर था। लेकिन अब… अब यह सब ठीक नहीं है। मैं घर जाना चाहती हूँ।" (Main toh bas tasveerein le rahi thi. Sab kuch itna sundar tha. Lekin ab… ab yeh sab theek nahin hai. Main ghar jaana chahti hoon.) Hunter sighed, a frustrated sound barely audible above the cafe noise. He could see the fear in her eyes, but he felt like he was running into a brick wall. He pulled out a small notepad and a pen. Hunter: "Do you… write English? Maybe… can you draw something? If you've seen anything?" He pushed the notepad across the table towards her. Selvi looked at the blank page, then back at him, her expression a mix of sorrow and helplessness. She picked up the pen but only traced a hesitant circle on the paper. Just then, Hunter’s phone vibrated with a sharp, insistent buzz. He pulled it from his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and his no-nonsense attitude snapped back into focus. Hunter: "Excuse me for a second." He stepped a few feet away, pressing the phone to his ear. Selvi watched him, her hand still resting on the pen. She could only catch snippets – "woods," "another one," "respond immediately." His face grew grimmer with each hurried word. He ended the call, his eyes sweeping the cafe one last time, a renewed urgency in their depths. He looked back at Selvi, opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to think better of it. Hunter: "Look, I’m sorry, I have to go. Something’s come up. But… stay safe, okay?" Selvi: "जी?" (Ji?) Hunter gave her a quick, almost apologetic nod, then turned and strode out of the cafe, his powerful frame quickly disappearing from view. Selvi watched him go, then slowly brought her camera back up, staring at the cheerful landscape images now feeling colder, more desolate than before.