**Voice Sheet – Selvi & Hunter at the Café in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of the Alborn Coffee Mill, a rustic café with wooden beams and the smell of cinnamon in the air. Selvi sits by the window, gently wiping the lens of her camera with a cloth, brows slightly furrowed as she reviews her last set of photos. Hunter enters in a navy raincoat, scanning the room. He approaches her table.* --- **Hunter:** Excuse me—miss? You’re the one taking photos around town lately, right? Near the orchard, the old mill? **Selvi:** *(startled, looks up. She sees a serious man in a long coat, speaking fast. She blinks, confused. In hesitant, anxious Hindi:)* मैं... मैं बस तस्वीरें ले रही थी। कल रात वहाँ कुछ हुआ था... मैंने देखा... कुछ आवाज़ें... एक छाया... *(I... I was just taking pictures. Last night, something happened there... I saw... some noises... a shadow...)* **Hunter:** *(frowning, leaning slightly forward, voice steady but puzzled)* I’m sorry—I don’t understand. Uh… English? Do you speak English? **Selvi:** *(shakes her head rapidly, eyes wide, voice trembling in Hindi)* मैं अंग्रेजी नहीं बोलती। मैंने कुछ देखा! वह आदमी... वह गायब हो गया! सिर्फ़ एक धुंध! *(I don’t speak English! I saw something! That man... he vanished! Just a mist!)* **Hunter:** *(puts up a calming hand, tone softening but still clipped)* Hey, it’s okay. Calm down. I’m a detective. Nothing’s gonna hurt you here. *(pauses, trying slower)* You... saw something? At the orchard? **Selvi:** *(nods urgently, grabs her camera, flips to a photo—blurry figure near the edge of the trees—and shows it to him, voice urgent in Hindi)* यह देखिए! वह रात में था! और फिर... गायब! कोई आवाज़ नहीं... कोई पैरों के निशान नहीं! *(Look! He was there at night! And then... gone! No sound... no footprints!)* **Hunter:** *(studies the photo, squints. Muttering to himself)* Damn… could be nothing. Or could be *something.* *(to her, gently)* Thank you. This… helps. Don’t go back there alone, okay? *(His phone buzzes sharply. He pulls it out, checks the screen. His expression hardens.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone)* Hunter. What? … Near the south fence line? Another one? *(listens, then stands, tense)* I’m on my way. *(He looks back at Selvi, conflicted.)* **Hunter:** I’ve gotta go. But… stay safe. And if you remember anything else—anything—tell someone. *(points to his badge briefly, then turns to leave)* **Selvi:** *(whispers in Hindi, watching him go, camera clutched to her chest)* वह आपको भी ले जाएगा… अगर आप सावधान नहीं रहे। *(He’ll take you too… if you’re not careful.)* *(Fade out with the soft chime of the café door closing behind Hunter.)* --- **END VOICE SHEET**