Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7R01M3DQ7NWPQJRMRHW46

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café in Alborn, MN** *[Ambience: Soft chatter, clinking mugs, distant espresso machine hiss. Selvi sits by the window, scrolling through her camera, her brow slightly furrowed. Hunter enters, badge subtly visible. He approaches with measured steps.]* **Hunter:** (calm, firm) Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit? *[Selvi looks up, startled. She nods silently, adjusting her camera on the table.]* **Hunter:** You’ve been coming around town a lot lately. Taking pictures. Saw you near the old orchard yesterday. *[Selvi glances at him, uneasy. Her fingers tighten on her camera. She speaks in Hindi, voice trembling.]* **Selvi:** मैंने कुछ देखा... आदमी नहीं था वहाँ। लेकिन फिर भी... मुझे लगा कि कोई मेरी तस्वीर ले रहा था। मुझे डर लग रहा है। *(Translation: I saw something… There was no one there. But still… I felt like someone was taking *my* picture. I’m scared.)* *[Hunter blinks, expression shifting from professional to confused. He leans forward slightly, trying to parse meaning.]* **Hunter:** I… I don’t understand Hindi. Can you say it in English? *[Selvi stares at him, eyes wide. Realizing he doesn't understand, she shakes her head slightly, hugging her camera close. She tries to speak, stops, then gestures helplessly.]* **Selvi:** मैं अंग्रेज़ी नहीं बोल सकती। सिर्फ़… तस्वीरें। मैं केवल तस्वीरें ले रही थी। *(Translation: I don’t speak English. Just… pictures. I was only taking pictures.)* **Hunter:** (softening, trying to be reassuring) Hey… it’s okay. You’re not in trouble. I’m a detective. People have gone missing. I need to know—did you see anything strange near the orchard? *[Selvi hesitates. Then slowly lifts her camera and shows a photo on the screen—early morning mist, apple trees bent with fruit… and in the blurred background, a faint figure in a rust-colored coat, face obscured.]* **Selvi:** (whispers in Hindi) यह… यह यहां नहीं था जब मैंने फोटो खींचा। यह बाद में आया। *(Translation: This… this wasn’t there when I took the photo. It came later.)* *[Hunter frowns at the image, studying it closely. He doesn’t understand her words, but the fear in her eyes says enough.]* **Hunter:** That’s… that’s not possible. Photos don’t change. *[His radio crackles. A beat. Then his phone rings. He pulls it out, glances at the screen. His jaw tightens.]* **Hunter:** (quietly, into phone) Yeah. I’m on my way. Another one? Where? *[He listens, stands abruptly.]* **Hunter:** I’ve got to go. But… stay safe, okay? Don’t go out alone at night. *[Selvi watches him leave, gripping her camera. She murmurs under her breath.]* **Selvi:** (via Hindi, whispered) वो मुझे पहले से जानता है। मैं अकेली नहीं हूँ। *(Translation: He already knows me. I’m not alone.)* *[Hunter pauses at the door, half-turns—as if sensing something—then exits. The café door chimes. Silence lingers.]* **[End Scene]**