Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8FSRSKAVKYD24N1KXGHQH

Okay, here's a voice sheet for the scene, written in the style of a cozy mystery novel with a focus on the cultural clash and increasing tension. I've aimed for a realistic portrayal of Selvi's situation and Hunter's frustration, highlighting the language barrier. I've added some descriptive notes at the end to give context to the delivery. --- **Voice Sheet: Cafe Encounter** **Setting:** Cozy Corner Cafe, Alborn, MN. Afternoon light streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Coffee aromas mingle with the faint scent of apple pie. Selvi, a young woman with dark, expressive eyes, sits at a small table near the window, meticulously reviewing photos on her camera's screen. Selvi: (Quietly, almost to herself, scrolling through images. A slight tremor in her voice.) "Kitne sundar… aur kitne hi der tak dekhti rahungi…" (So beautiful… and for so long, I will keep looking.) Hunter: (Approaching hesitantly, his boots making a slight scuff on the linoleum. He clears his throat.) “Excuse me, miss? I don’t mean to bother you, but I was hoping you might have seen something. Something related to… Mr. Abernathy’s disappearance?” Selvi: (Startled, she looks up, clutching her camera closer. Her eyes widen slightly.) “Abernathy? Woh… woh bheed mein tha. Kal subah… park mein. Main tasveer le rahi thi…” (Abernathy? He… he was in the crowd. Yesterday morning… in the park. I was taking pictures.) Hunter: (Frowning, trying to decipher her reaction. He leans in slightly.) “The park? Okay. Did you see him with anyone? Anything unusual? Anything at all that stood out?” Selvi: (Shakes her head slowly, her voice rising with a panic she can't control, and speaking faster.) “Na, koi nahi. Par…par barbaad tha. Unke chehre par darr tha. Aur…aur ek ajeeb si khushboo. Jaise… jaise rooti hui patte… tootne ke baad…” (No, no one. But… but he was devastated. There was fear on his face. And… and a strange smell. Like… like decaying leaves… after they break.) Hunter: (Confused, he gestures vaguely.) "Decaying leaves? What are you… Look, miss, I'm really sorry to press you, but this is important. Were you speaking English with Mr. Abernathy? Did you see him leave the park?” Selvi: (Tears well in her eyes. She presses a hand to her mouth, fighting to compose herself. Her voice cracks.) “Mujhe maaf karna. Main… main Hindi bolti hoon. Thoda sa. Angrezi… main nahi.” (Forgive me. I… I speak Hindi. A little. English… I don't.) Hunter: (His expression hardens slightly with frustration.) "Hindi? You… you don’t speak English? Great. Just great." (He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.) "Look, I… I really need to understand…” (Hunter's phone rings, a jarring electronic tone in the quiet cafe. He glances at the caller ID.) Hunter: "Excuse me for a second." (He answers the phone, stepping away slightly.) "Hunter. ...Yeah, I'm at the Cozy Corner. ...I know, I know, we're on a clock. ...I'm hitting a wall here, I swear… No, no visual. Just… Some kind of weird sensory description. Trust me, I wish I could make sense of it... Alright, I’ll head back to the station. Give me an hour. Yeah, I'll be in touch." (He hangs up, looking back at Selvi with a mixture of apology and exasperation.) “Gotta go. Something’s come up. I…I'll see if I can find someone who can translate." Selvi: (Looks down at her camera, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. She whispers almost inaudibly.) “Shayad… shayad woh bhi chale jayenge…” (Maybe… maybe they will all leave…) --- **Notes on Delivery:** * **Selvi:** Should convey a palpable sense of vulnerability and fear. Her Hindi should be delivered with increasing urgency and emotional intensity as she tries to explain what she saw. There's a feeling of helplessness and isolation as she realizes she can't communicate effectively. Her final whisper should be a chilling premonition. The "…" represents pauses, deep breaths, and the struggle to find the right words. * **Hunter:** Initially polite but increasingly frustrated. His delivery should be grounded and practical. The shift to a terse, professional tone on the phone reinforces his dedication but also his stress. He should reflect a genuine confusion and a lack of understanding of Selvi’s distress. His final line should be delivered with a touch of resignation, highlighting the challenges he faces. His tone needs to convey the frustration of someone used to clear and concise information. I hope that gives you a solid foundation for the scene! Let me know if you'd like any adjustments or further development.