Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VMCYTM15JYAGP5W6FXP75

**Scene: The Daily Grind Cafe, Alborn, MN** The cozy aroma of fresh coffee and baked apples fills the air. Selvi sits alone at a corner table, her camera’s display glowing as she reviews yesterday’s landscape shots. Detective Hunter enters, his sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on her. He approaches with measured steps. **Voice Sheet:** **Selvi:** (Softly, to herself in Hindi) "Yeh chashma… kitna shaant hai. Par kal… woh jagah bilkul shaant nahi thi." (This landscape… so peaceful. But yesterday… that place was not peaceful at all.) **Hunter:** "Miss? I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I sit?" He doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling out the chair. "You were photographing near the old mill path yesterday around four. That’s around the time we believe another person went missing. Did you see anything unusual?" **Selvi:** (Startled, she looks up. Understanding he is authority, but not his words, her face pales.) "Mujhe maaf kijiye… main English nahi bolti. Kuch buri baat hui hai? Mainne… mainne kuch dekha." (I’m sorry… I don’t speak English. Something bad has happened? I saw… I saw something.) **Hunter:** (Leans forward, voice low and insistent.) "What did you see? A person? A vehicle? Anything." **Selvi:** (Shakes her head, frustrated. She picks up her camera, her hands trembling slightly. She finds a photo and turns the screen to him.) "Yeh lo! Yeh aadmi… pehle tha, phir gayab. Maine socha shayad meri nazar ka dhoka hai, lebin yeh camera mein bhi hai." (Here! This man… he was there, then gone. I thought maybe a trick of my eyes, but it is in the camera too.) **Hunter:** (Stares at the image—a clear shot of the mill’s foundation, a blur of dark clothing near the water’s edge. In the next photo in the sequence, the spot is empty. He points at the screen.) "This. Here. What is this?" **Selvi:** (Following his finger, she nods urgently.) "Haan! Woh! Wo aadmi ek second mein nahi raha. Aisa kaise ho sakta hai?" (Yes! That! That man was gone in a second. How is that possible?) **Hunter:** (Rubs his temple, the language barrier clearly grating on him.) "I need to get these pictures. And I need to understand what you’re saying." Before he can continue, his phone vibrates loudly on the table. He snatches it up. **Hunter:** "Hunter. … You’re sure? I’ll be right there." He stands abruptly, chair scraping the floor. "Stay. Right. Here." He enunciates each word slowly, pointing at her, then at the table. "Do not leave. I will be back with a translator." **Selvi:** (Watches him stride out the door. She slumps back in her chair, pulling her camera close to her chest. Her whisper is barely audible.) "Wo mujhse pooch raha tha uss aadmi ke baare mein. Main usse bata nahi paayi. Ab wo chala gaya… aur main phans gayi hoon." (He was asking me about that man. I couldn’t tell him. Now he is gone… and I am trapped here.)