Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYXR84F1C22QWGJ5P46Y2D

**Scene:** Selvi sat at a quiet corner table in the small Alborn café, her camera resting on the wooden surface. She slowly scrolled through the photos she had taken earlier that morning, her fingers trembling slightly. The images of the old orchard path still haunted her. The bell above the door chimed as Hunter entered, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Spotting the young woman with the camera, he approached her table with purposeful strides. **Voice Sheet:** Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the local department. I understand you were near the orchard yesterday afternoon. Mind if I ask you a few questions about what you might’ve seen?" Selvi: "..." Hunter: "..." Selvi: "मुझे कुछ अजीब लगा... वो आवाज़... जैसे कोई ज़ोर ज़ोर से रो रहा हो, लेकिन फिर अचानक सब शांत हो गया। मैंने सोचा शायद मेरा दिमाग़ खेल रहा है, लेकिन अब वो लड़की... वो गायब है ना? मैं डर गई हूँ।" Hunter: "..." Selvi: "..." Hunter: "I’m sorry, I don’t understand a word you’re saying. Do you speak English at all?" Selvi: "मैंने अपनी कैमरे में कुछ कैद किया था, लेकिन जब मैंने देखा तो बस धुंधला साया दिखा। शायद कुछ नहीं है, लेकिन मेरा दिल कह रहा है कि कुछ गलत हुआ है।" Hunter: "..." Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Look, I can see you’re upset, but I really need to know if you saw anything unusual. Anything at all." Selvi: "प्लीज... मुझे यकीन नहीं हो रहा। वो जगह... वो बहुत शांत थी, लेकिन फिर भी मुझे लगा जैसे कोई मुझे देख रहा हो।" Hunter: "..." (The conversation continued like this for several more minutes. Selvi grew more agitated as she tried to explain what she had witnessed in hurried Hindi, while Hunter’s frustration mounted, his brow furrowed in confusion. He made several attempts to mime and simplify his questions, but the language barrier remained insurmountable.) Suddenly, Hunter’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting instantly to one of focused urgency. Hunter: "Damn it… I have to take this. We’re not done here. I’ll find someone who can translate. Stay in town, please." He gave her one last frustrated but not unkind look, then turned and strode quickly out of the café, answering the call as he pushed through the door. Selvi watched him leave, her hands still clutching her camera, her dark eyes wide with lingering unease.