Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY98JB8N3KJVBPGV8PHTW4J

**Selvi:** (Voice trembling, eyes wide, fingers brushing the camera screen) *"Yeh saara kuch... ajeeb hai. Maine kuch aisi cheez dekhi hai jo mere dimag mein nahi bas rahi."* (This whole thing... is strange. I saw something like that, and it's not leaving my mind.) **Hunter:** (Leaning forward, not realizing she doesn't understand English) "Pardon? You feeling okay? You want coffee? The cafe's on me." **Selvi:** (Startled, voice rising) *"Nahi! Maine apne camera mein woh cheez lakhon baar le rakhi hai—isse kuch baat hua hai, Hunter. Mujhe... mujhe darr lagta hai."* (No! I've taken that thing in my camera a thousand times—something's wrong with it, Hunter. I... I'm scared.) **Hunter:** (Frowning, shaking his head) "Scared of what? The camera? It's just a camera. You need to relax, miss. You new in town?" **Selvi:** (Waving a hand, urgent, pointing at the cafe window where a faded "Apple Festival" sign hangs) *"Nahi, college mein hoon. Lekin yahan logo ne mujhe kaha... abhi tak do log gayab ho chuke hai. Maine unki photo le rakhi hai—dekho!"* (No, I'm in college. But they told me here... two people have gone missing now. I took their photo—look!) She fumbles to show him the camera, a blurry shot of a young woman smiling, taken near the old mill. Hunter's expression sharpens—*that's* one of the missing. **Hunter:** (Low, intense) "You know these people? Where'd you take this photo?" **Selvi:** (Nodding wildly, voice breaking) *"Wahan—intazar bazar ke peeche. Subah raat, woh log iske paas aayi thi, phir kahi nahi gayi. Mujhe lagta hai inki gaadi wahan thi, lekin ab nahi."* (There—behind the farmers' market. Early morning, those women came here, then never went home. I think their car was there, but now it's gone.) **Hunter:** (Standing up straighter, rubbing his jaw) "Did you see who was with them? A man? Woman? Car make?" **Selvi:** (Closing her eyes, trembling) *"Nahin... sirf andhere mein kisi ki aankhen dikhai diye. Maine phone use kiya, lekin woh chale gaye. Ab... ab woh log nahi mile."* (No... just a pair of eyes in the dark. I tried to call, but they left. Now... now they're gone.) Hunter studies her, noticing her teary eyes and the way she clings to the camera, like it's a lifeline. He opens his mouth to ask more, but his radio crackles. **Hunter:** (Listening, jaw tight) "Detective Marks. Yeah, I'm at (Cafe name). Got it—another one. Be right there." He turns back to Selvi, fishing a crumpled business card from his pocket and pressing it into her hand. **Hunter:** "If you remember *anything else*—anything at all—call this number. 24/7. Promise me you'll tell someone." Selvi stares at the card, unable to read it, but nods, her lips quivering. Hunter nods once, grabs his coat, and hurries out, leaving her alone with the camera and a growing knot in her stomach. *Voice sheet dialogue only:* **Selvi:** "Yeh saara kuch... ajeeb hai. Maine kuch aisi cheez dekhi hai jo mere dimag mein nahi bas rahi. Nahi! Maine apne camera mein woh cheez lakhon baar le rakhi hai—isse kuch baat hua hai, Hunter. Mujhe... mujhe darr lagta hai. Nahi, college mein hoon. Lekin yahan logo ne mujhe kaha... abhi tak do log gayab ho chuke hai. Maine unki photo le rakhi hai—dekho! Wahan—intazar bazar ke peeche. Subah raat, woh log iske paas aayi thi, phir kahi nahi gayi. Mujhe lagta hai inki gaadi wahan thi, lekin ab nahi. Nahin... sirf andhere mein kisi ki aankhen dikhai diye. Maine phone use kiya, lekin woh chale gaye. Ab... ab woh log nahi mile." **Hunter:** "Pardon? You feeling okay? You want coffee? The cafe's on me. Scared of what? The camera? It's just a camera. You need to relax, miss. You new in town? You know these people? Where'd you take this photo? Did you see who was with them? A man? Woman? Car make? If you remember *anything else*—anything at all—call this number. 24/7. Promise me you'll tell someone." (Note: Selvi's dialogue is in Hindi, with approximate phonetic spelling for clarity; Hunter's is in English, reflecting his confusion and urgency.)