Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFJDZT1R5YT8E4NFYZDKYSX

**Voice Sheet** **Scene:** The cozy interior of "The Daily Grind" cafe in Alborn. Morning sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes and the steam from various coffee cups. SELVI sits alone at a small table, her fingers tracing the worn leather strap of her camera, which rests before her. Her eyes are distant and troubled. DETECTIVE HUNTER, in a dark jacket that doesn't quite hide his broad shoulders, approaches her table. He gives a short, professional nod. **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Selvi? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm following up on reports from the town square this weekend. I was told you were taking photographs near the old clock tower on Saturday evening." **(Selvi looks up, startled. She grips her camera tighter.)** **Selvi:** "Haan... haan, tha main wahan. Lekin..." **Hunter:** "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Do you speak any English?" **(Selvi shakes her head vigorously, her anxiety making her gestures more emphatic.)** **Selvi:** "Nahi, nahi... Bas Hindi. Main... main wahan thi. Ek ajeeb aadmi tha... bahut ghabraya hua. Usne Mrs. Gable ka naam liya... aur phir... phir woh gayab ho gaya. Bas chala gaya! Itni tezi se!" **(Hunter holds up a calming hand, his brow furrowed in concentration and confusion.)** **Hunter:** "Whoa, slow down. I'm not catching any of this. A man? Mrs. Gable? What happened?" **Selvi:** (Frustrated, standing slightly) "Woh aadmi! Uski aankhen... aisi thi! Jaise darr gayi ho. Usne kuch kaha... kuch naya pata chala hona chahiye! Par kya? Mujhe nahi pata! Main bas... main bas tasveerein le rahi thi..." **(She trails off, looking helplessly at her camera, then back at Hunter. She speaks more slowly, pointing from her eyes to her head.)** **Selvi:** "Maine *dekha*. Lekin... *samjhi nahi*." **Hunter:** (Sighs, running a hand over his short-cropped hair. He pulls out a small notepad.) "Okay. I get it. You saw something. You look scared. And I can't understand a word you're saying." **(A tense silence hangs between them, filled with the clatter of dishes from the counter. Hunter tries a different approach, pointing at the clock tower on his notepad.)** **Hunter:** "Clock tower. You. Saturday. Then... man. What did he do?" **(Selvi takes a breath, trying to collect herself. She mimes looking through a camera lens, then suddenly freezes, her eyes widening in remembered fear. She points toward the cafe window, toward the square.)** **Selvi:** "Woh... woh... *khatam*! Ek second tha, agla... koi nahi! Aise jaadu se!" **(She snaps her fingers. Hunter's detective instincts finally connect a fragment.)** **Hunter:** "He... disappeared? Just like that?" **(Selvi nods frantically, relief flashing across her face that he understood a concept. Before she can elaborate further, Hunter's phone buzzes violently on the table. He glances at it, his face hardening.)** **Hunter:** "Hunter. ...I see. ...Copy that, I'm on my way." **(He ends the call, already reaching into his jacket. He looks at Selvi, his earlier frustration replaced by urgent, professional focus.)** **Hunter:** "Look, I have to go. Another lead. Can you meet me at the station later? With a translator? We need to get this right." **(Selvi, understanding the urgency in his tone if not the words, nods solemnly.)** **Selvi:** "Haan. Station. Main aaungi." **(Hunter gives a final, sharp nod, turns, and strides purposefully out of the cafe. Selvi watches him go, her eyes still wide, her hand slowly coming back to rest protectively over her camera.)**