Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPT60VKH0XVDBF2AGSBQY1

**Voice Sheet: Café Conversation** *(Selvi sits at a small corner table in the café, her camera resting in her lap. She flips through the photos she’s taken, her brow furrowed. The bell above the door chimes as Hunter steps inside. He scans the room, then approaches her table, his expression serious.)* **Hunter:** *(clears throat, polite but firm)* "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit for a minute?" **Selvi:** *(startled, looks up, then nods hesitantly, clutching her camera tighter)* "Ji… haan, theek hai." *(Yes… okay.)* **Hunter:** *(pulls out the chair across from her, sits)* "I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some… unusual activity around town. I noticed you’ve been taking a lot of photos near the old orchard. Did you see anything strange yesterday evening?" **Selvi:** *(frowns, shaking her head slightly, then speaks rapidly in Hindi, her voice trembling)* "Main samajh nahi paa rahi hoon… kal shaam ko main wahan tha, lekin kuchh… kuchh bahut galat tha. Awaaz aayi thi, jaise koi chilla raha ho, phir sab khamosh ho gaya. Main darr gayi thi, camera bhi gir gaya tha mera. Jab maine wapas dekha, toh… toh woh jagah khali thi, par zameen par kuchh tha… laal, jaise… khoon." *(I don’t understand… yesterday evening, I was there, but something… something was very wrong. There was a sound, like someone screaming, then everything went silent. I got scared, my camera even fell. When I looked back, the place was empty, but there was something on the ground… red, like… blood.)* **Hunter:** *(leans forward, brow furrowed in confusion)* "Ma’am, I’m sorry, I don’t—" **Selvi:** *(cuts him off, voice rising slightly, gesturing with her hands)* "Phir maine police ko call karne ki koshish ki, lekin mera phone ka network nahi aa raha tha! Main yahan aayi aur… aur abhi bhi darr lag raha hai. Kya aap samajh rahe hain? Koi toh hua hai!" *(Then I tried to call the police, but my phone had no signal! I came here and… and I’m still scared. Do you understand? Something happened!)* **Hunter:** *(holds up a hand, trying to calm her, though he doesn’t understand)* "Whoa, slow down. I don’t—uh, I don’t speak Hindi. Can you… maybe write it down? Or point to something?" **Selvi:** *(frustrated, shakes her head, then flips through her camera, pulling up a photo. She turns the screen toward him, pointing at a dark, blurry smear on the ground in one of the shots)* "Yeh dekho! Yeh wahan tha! Main samajh nahi paa rahi ki yeh kya hai, lekin yeh… yeh sahi nahi lag raha." *(Look at this! This was there! I don’t know what it is, but it… it doesn’t feel right.)* **Hunter:** *(studies the photo, then nods slowly, though he’s clearly out of his depth)* "Okay, okay. This is… helpful. I’ll have someone look into this. But right now, I need you to stay somewhere safe, alright? Don’t go back to the orchard alone." **Selvi:** *(nods, still shaken, then mutters in Hindi)* "Theek hai… main yahan hi rahoongi." *(Okay… I’ll stay here.)* *(Hunter’s phone rings. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and stands abruptly.)* **Hunter:** "I’ve gotta take this. Stay put, alright? I’ll send someone to help translate." *(pauses, then adds, softer)* "And… thanks for the photo." **Selvi:** *(watches him go, then whispers to herself in Hindi, hugging her camera)* "Kya ho raha hai yahan?" *(What is happening here?)*