**Voice Sheet** Selvi: *She stares intently at the preview screen on her camera, her fingers trembling slightly as they hover over the buttons. She doesn't look up immediately.* Hunter: *He approaches the table, his shadow falling over her. His voice is flat and direct.* "Ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about the incident down by the orchard last night." Selvi: *She looks up, her eyes wide. She clutches the camera to her chest.* "Main... main kuch nahi janti. Mujhe bas photo leni thi. Wahan... wahan kuch kala tha." *She shakes her head, her voice rising in panic.* "Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha kya hua!" Hunter: *He blinks, his brow furrowing in irritation.* "I— wait. What? I don't understand. Does anyone here speak English? I need to know if you saw the suspect near the cider mill." Selvi: *She gestures frantically at the cafe counter, then back to herself, speaking rapidly.* "Main aapki baat nahi samajh sakti! Police? Kya aap police hain? Maine kuch dekha... photo mein. Dekho!" *She tries to turn the camera screen toward him, her hands shaking.* "Dekho, yahan ped ke peeche!" Hunter: *He glances at the camera screen but pulls back, checking his watch.* "Look, I don't know what you're saying. 'Photo'? Is that 'photo'? Did you take a picture? I need a translator." Selvi: *She looks at him with desperate eyes, realizing he doesn't understand. She slumps back in her chair, looking defeated and scared.* "Haan, photo. Lekin... woh bahot daravana tha. Main dar gayi thi." *She whispers.* "Kripya, mujhe jane dijiye." Hunter: *He opens his mouth to try again, but his phone buzzes loudly on his belt. He holds up a hand to silence her.* "Hold that thought. Don't go anywhere." *He answers the phone.* "Hunter. Yeah. What? Now? Alright, I'm on my way." *He snaps the phone shut and looks at Selvi sternly.* "Stay in town. I'll be back for that camera." Selvi: *She watches him go, whispering to herself in the empty silence of the cafe.* "Main yahan rukna nahi chahti..."