Run: 2026-02-08-01KGYX0PKNAAHJ2F8WK4XZSKHR

**Voice Sheet: Café Scene – Selvi & Hunter** --- **Setting:** *A cozy café in Alborn, MN, with warm wooden tables and the scent of cinnamon in the air. Selvi sits by the window, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos of the town’s autumn landscapes. Hunter, in his usual no-nonsense demeanor, approaches her table.* --- ### **Scene Dialogue** **Hunter:** *(approaching, voice firm but not unkind)* "Excuse me, ma’am. Mind if I sit down?" *(Selvi looks up, startled, clutching her camera. She doesn’t respond immediately, her expression troubled.)* **Hunter:** *(pulling out a chair, sitting across from her)* "I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some recent… incidents around town. I was told you might’ve seen something unusual near the old mill last night." *(Selvi’s grip tightens on her camera. She shakes her head slightly, her voice trembling as she responds in Hindi.)* **Selvi:** *(rapid, anxious Hindi)* "Mujhe… mujhe kya puch rahe ho? Main… main bas photos le rahi thi. Woh… woh aadmi… uske baare mein kya ho gaya? Main… main dar rahi hoon." *(Hunter blinks, clearly not understanding. He leans forward slightly, frowning.)* **Hunter:** "Ma’am, I don’t—uh, I don’t speak Hindi. Do you understand English?" *(Selvi shakes her head, her eyes wide. She gestures helplessly at her camera, then at the window, as if trying to explain something.)* **Selvi:** *(Hindi, more urgent)* "Yeh… yeh sab galat hai! Main ne dekha tha… uske baad… uske baad koi nahin tha. Woh… woh gaya tha. Kya… kya ho gaya hai?" *(Hunter exhales, rubbing his temple. He pulls out a small notepad and flips it open, scribbling something before sliding it toward her—a rough sketch of the mill and a question mark.)* **Hunter:** "Look, I don’t know what you’re saying, but if you saw something near the mill last night, I need to know. Can you… draw it? Or point to something?" *(Selvi stares at the sketch, then at Hunter. She hesitates before taking the pen, her hand shaking as she draws a shadowy figure near the trees. She underlines it twice, then pushes the notepad back toward him, her voice barely above a whisper in Hindi.)* **Selvi:** "Yeh… yeh wahi tha. Main… main dar rahi hoon. Kya… kya karna chahiye?" *(Hunter studies the drawing, his expression darkening. He glances up at her, then pulls out his phone, checking the time.)* **Hunter:** "Alright. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere near that mill again, understand?" *(Selvi doesn’t respond, but her eyes fill with fear. Hunter’s phone rings—he answers sharply.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, standing up)* "Hunter. Yeah, I’m on it. No, she’s not talking—well, she *is*, but I don’t—just send someone who speaks Hindi. Now." *(He hangs up, looking back at Selvi. His tone softens slightly.)* **Hunter:** "Someone’s coming to help translate. You’re safe here, alright? Just… stay put." *(Selvi nods weakly, wrapping her arms around herself. Hunter hesitates for a second before turning to leave, his mind already racing with the case. The café door chimes as he steps out, leaving Selvi alone with her camera—and her fear.)* --- **End Scene.** --- **Notes for Voice Acting:** - **Selvi:** *Shaken, rapid Hindi with pauses for breath. Her voice trembles, and she gestures often, as if trying to convey urgency.* - **Hunter:** *No-nonsense but not unkind. Frustrated by the language barrier but patient. His tone shifts slightly when he realizes she’s scared—less detective, more protective.*