Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZ3SXWSG0S6QKF8XADNE4F

### Scene Setup Cozy Main Street Cafe, Alborn, Minnesota – Mid-autumn, the air thick with the scent of caramel apples and fresh cider donuts from the adjacent bakery stand. Selvi, 30, a study abroad student from Chennai with her Canon DSLR propped on the table beside her chai latte, hunches over a stack of printed photos she developed at the town library that morning. The top photo is a blurry shot of a hooded figure hauling a large duffel toward an abandoned orchard shed—the same location where two local teens went missing the prior month. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she picks at a loose thread on her salwar kameez, clearly rattled by what she captured. Detective Hunter, 35, a broad, gruff former marine with an Alborn Sheriff’s Office badge clipped to his flannel shirt, approaches the table and slides into the empty seat across from her. --- ### Voice Sheet Dialogue Selvi: (startled, hands flying to her chest as the stranger sits down) "अरे! तुम कौन हो? मुझे तुम्हारी बात नहीं समझ में आ रही है।" Hunter: (gruff, direct tone, completely unaware Selvi cannot understand English) "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn Sheriff’s Office. I’m investigating recent disappearances near Miller’s Orchard. Did you see anything out of the ordinary out that way Tuesday night?" Selvi: (blinking rapidly, realizing the man speaks a language she doesn’t recognize, then gestures to the camera and taps the LCD screen to pull up the blurry orchard photo. Her voice trembles with panic as she speaks rapidly in Hindi) "मुझे वहाँ कुछ देखा है। वह एक आदमी था जो एक बड़ा बोरिया ले जा रहा था। वह चुपचाप था, और मेरी ओर देख रहा था। मैं डर गया इसलिए मैं तुरंत चला दिया।" Hunter: (tilts his head, squinting at the blurry photo then back at Selvi, brow furrowed in total confusion) "Wait, can you explain that again? I can’t quite—" (he cuts himself off, finally realizing he’s speaking a language Selvi cannot comprehend, staring at her with a helpless, frustrated expression) Hunter: (fumbling for his phone as it buzzes loudly in his front pocket, switching immediately to sharp, urgent English) "Hunter here... Got it, I’m five minutes out." Hunter: (slamming his leather notebook shut, standing up quickly) "I have to leave immediately. Thank you for your time."