Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZPX573MEQKM7SV127HYNN

**Scene: Alborn, MN – The Cozy Bean Café** Selvi sat by the large front window of the little café, her camera resting on the table beside a half-finished masala chai she’d managed to order by pointing. The autumn light filtering through the glass cast a warm glow over the photos she was reviewing—golden fields and crimson maples she’d captured that morning. Her brow furrowed slightly as she zoomed in on one particular image. The bell above the door chimed. Hunter strode in, his worn leather jacket and purposeful gait immediately marking him as an outsider even in this small town. His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on the young woman with the camera. He walked over. **Voice Sheet:** Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s office. I understand you were out near the old orchard yesterday afternoon. Did you happen to see anything unusual? Anyone who didn’t belong?" Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Ma’am? I’m investigating the disappearances. Anything at all could help. Did you notice any strange vehicles? People acting suspicious?" Selvi: "..." Hunter: "..." Selvi: "..." Hunter: "I… don’t understand. Are you alright? You look shaken. Can you speak slower? English? Do you speak English?" Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Okay… this isn’t working. Look, here’s my card. If you remember anything—anything at all—call that number." Selvi: "..." Hunter: "..." Selvi: "..." Hunter: "I’m sorry, I have to take this." *The phone buzzes insistently in Hunter’s pocket. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.* Hunter: "Damn it… Yeah, this is Hunter. I’m on my way." *He gives Selvi one last frustrated but not unkind look, nods once, and heads quickly out of the café, the bell chiming behind him.* Selvi watches him leave, still visibly shaken, clutching her camera like a lifeline.