Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8K8QNTST95ZXXVC9T0Q6J

**Voice Sheet: Scene – Café in Alborn, MN** *(The café is quiet, with soft background chatter and the hum of a coffee machine. Selvi sits at a small wooden table, her camera open in front of her, her fingers tracing the lens. She looks lost in thought, her expression distant. Hunter, in a dark jacket and worn-out boots, leans against the counter, scanning the room before making his way over.)* --- ### **Hunter:** *(approaching, voice low and direct)* "Ma’am?" *(Selvi jumps slightly, her hand flying to her chest. She looks up, startled, then sees Hunter. She exhales sharply, her eyes widening in recognition—or fear.)* ### **Selvi:** *(in Hindi, voice trembling)* "Kya ho raha hai? *What’s happening?*" *(Hunter blinks, confused. He tilts his head slightly, trying to process the language. He doesn’t respond in Hindi, instead speaking in slow, clear English.)* ### **Hunter:** "Ma’am, I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some recent disappearances in town. You don’t seem like you’re from here—are you okay?" *(Selvi’s shoulders tense. She looks around nervously, then back at Hunter. Her voice drops, her words coming faster, more urgent.)* ### **Selvi:** *(in Hindi, frantic)* "Main *phir se* nahin *dekha*… *I didn’t see them again…*" *(She gestures vaguely toward the street outside.)* "Yahan *kuchh* *ghatna* hai… *Something is happening here…*" *(She swallows hard.)* "Aaj *ek* *larki* *ghumne* jaayi… *A girl disappeared today…*" *(Her hands shake.)* "Uske *paas* *kuchh* *nahi* hai… *She had nothing…*" *(She looks at Hunter, her eyes pleading.)* "Main *photography* *kar rahi* hoon… *I take pictures…*" *(She holds up her camera.)* "Main *sabko* *dekha* hoon… *I see everyone…*" *(Her voice cracks.)* "Main *bhi* *ghumne* jaayi… *I’ll disappear too…*" *(Hunter’s expression darkens. He doesn’t understand the language, but the fear in her voice is unmistakable. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small notepad and pen.)* ### **Hunter:** "Ma’am, I need you to stay calm. Can you tell me your name?" *(Selvi hesitates, then nods, her voice quieter.)* ### **Selvi:** *(in Hindi, softer now)* "Main *Selvi* hoon… *I’m Selvi…*" ### **Hunter:** *(writing on his pad)* "Selvi. Where are you from?" ### **Selvi:** *(in Hindi, pointing vaguely)* "India… *India…*" *(Hunter nods, then looks up at her with a serious expression.)* ### **Hunter:** "Selvi, I need you to be careful. If you see anything—anything at all—you call me, okay? My number is on this card." *(He slides a business card across the table.)* "And if you don’t feel safe, you go to the police station. They’ll help you." *(Selvi stares at the card, then at Hunter. She nods slowly, her grip tightening around her camera.)* ### **Selvi:** *(in Hindi, barely audible)* "…*Main* *samajh* *gai* hoon… *I understand…*" *(Hunter studies her for a moment, then stands up straight, his voice firm but not unkind.)* ### **Hunter:** "Good. And Selvi—if you need anything, anything at all, you call me. Day or night." *(Selvi nods again, her eyes still wide with fear. Hunter turns to leave, but pauses at the door, glancing back at her.)* ### **Hunter:** *(over his shoulder)* "Stay where people can see you." *(He steps outside, his phone ringing immediately. Selvi watches him go, her hands still trembling around her camera. She exhales shakily, then looks around the café, her eyes darting to the window where Hunter disappeared.)* *(The café’s hum returns, but Selvi is no longer lost in her photography. She’s watching. Waiting.)* --- **End Scene.** *(Note: Hunter’s confusion about the language adds tension, while Selvi’s fear and urgency in Hindi create a stark contrast. The scene sets up their dynamic—Hunter as the no-nonsense investigator, Selvi as the outsider with crucial (but unspoken) information.)*