Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8Z7DNVYADR5CW36AW7HSZ

**Voice Sheet – Selvi & Hunter at the Café in Alborn, MN** *[Scene: A quiet autumn afternoon in Alborn, MN. Golden leaves drift past the window of a small downtown café. Selvi sits at a corner table, quietly reviewing photos on her camera, her brow slightly furrowed. Hunter enters, scanning the room. He approaches her with a calm but firm demeanor.]* **Hunter:** Excuse me, miss. Do you mind if I sit? I’m Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s office. *[Selvi looks up, startled. She instinctively pulls her camera closer, shaking her head slightly. She doesn’t understand.]* **Selvi:** मुझे कुछ नहीं पता… मैंने कुछ नहीं देखा… वो रात… वो आदमी… वहाँ नहीं था। बस… गायब हो गया। मेरे फोटो में। *(I don’t know anything… I didn’t see anything… That night… that man… he wasn’t there. He just… disappeared. In my photo.)* *[Hunter stares, confused. He leans forward, tone softening but still professional.]* **Hunter:** I’m sorry… I don’t understand Hindi. Do you speak English at all? *[Selvi shakes her head quickly, eyes wide. She points to her camera, then taps the screen repeatedly, trying to show him a photo. Hunter watches, intrigued but unable to follow.]* **Hunter:** You’re trying to show me something? A photo? *[Selvi nods vigorously, swipes to an image—a misty trail at dusk, empty except for a faint blur near the trees. She points to the blur, then makes a disappearing motion with her hand.]* **Hunter:** Something happened on the trail? Someone was there… then gone? *[Selvi nods again, then presses her fingers to her temples, whispering in Hindi.]* **Selvi:** मैं डर गई थी… कोई आवाज़ थी… बच्चे का रोना… लेकिन कोई नहीं था। *(I was scared… there was a sound… a child crying… but no one was there.)* *[Hunter’s expression tightens—he’s heard similar reports. He opens his notebook, jotting down notes.]* **Hunter:** You were on the trail near the old orchard last night? Around what time? *[Selvi doesn’t understand. She shrugs, mouths “kab?” and gestures helplessly.]* **Hunter:** (Sighs gently) Never mind… I’ll find a translator. Thank you. You might’ve just given me something important. *[His phone rings. He answers. His expression shifts—urgent, focused.]* **Hunter:** ( into phone ) Hunter. … What? Where? … The east woods? Again? I’m on my way. *[He looks back at Selvi, apologetic but firm.]* **Hunter:** I’ve got to go. But I’ll come back. Someone will talk to you—someone who speaks your language. Stay safe. And keep those photos. *[Selvi watches him leave, clutching her camera. She whispers one last line as the door swings shut.]* **Selvi:** उस जगह से दूर रहो… वो लोग नहीं चाहते कि कोई याद रखे। *(Stay away from that place… they don’t want anyone to remember.)* *[Fade out.]*