Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0535WNX9CPPEJ66SD2N6F1

**Location:** The Apple Barrel Cafe, Alborn, MN. A quiet, rain-streaked afternoon. **(The scene opens on SELVI, sitting alone in a booth. Her camera is on the table in front of her, but she’s not looking at it. Her gaze is distant, fixed on the rain sliding down the window. HUNTER enters, the bell above the door giving a soft jingle. He spots her and approaches.)** **Hunter:** (Standing at her table, voice low and direct) Excuse me. Selvi? You’re the photography student, staying at the Nelson place. **Selvi:** (Startled, looks up. Her eyes are wide.) हाँ... हाँ, जी। (Yes... yes, sir.) **Hunter:** I’m Detective Hunter. I have a few questions about last Tuesday. You were seen near Miller’s Pond in the afternoon. Did you notice anything unusual? Anyone else around? **Selvi:** (Her expression clouds with distress. She shakes her head, her hands gripping the edge of the table.) मैं... मुझे नहीं पता। वो दिन... (I... I don't know. That day...) **Hunter:** (Leans in slightly, impatient.) You don’t know? You were there for hours. I need specifics. **Selvi:** (Looks pleadingly at him, speaking more rapidly, her voice trembling.) कृपया... फूलवाला दादा... वह चला गया। उसकी टोकरी वहीं थी, फूल बिखरे हुए थे। खून... खून नहीं था, पर... बहुत शांत था। बहुत डरावना शांत। (Please... the flower-seller, the old man... he was gone. His basket was there, flowers scattered. Blood... there was no blood, but... it was so quiet. A frightening silence.) **Hunter:** (Stares at her, his expression a blank mask of confusion. He understands only the agitation in her tone and the single, familiar word: “blood.”) Wait, slow down. You saw... blood? **Selvi:** (Frustrated by his lack of comprehension, she gestures emphatically.) नहीं! खून नहीं! फूलवाला दादा गायब हैं! मैंने उन्हें देखा, फिर... गायब। (No! No blood! The flower-seller is missing! I saw him, then... gone.) **Hunter:** (Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He points to his notepad.) Look, can you write it down? Your name, what you saw. Timestamps. **Selvi:** (Shakes her head, looking down at her hands.) मैं अंग्रेजी नहीं लिख सकती... बहुत कम। मैं बोल सकती हूँ, आप... (I cannot write English... very little. I can speak, you...) **(Hunter’s phone rings, a sharp, cutting sound. He holds up a finger to her and turns away.)** **Hunter:** (Into phone, his back to her.) Hunter. ...No, I’m with a witness now, but she’s not... What? You found another one? At the orchard? I’m on my way. Five minutes. (He ends the call and turns back to Selvi, his demeanor even more urgent. He places a business card on the table.) I have to go. This is my number. If you remember anything else, anything at all, you call this number. Or get someone to call for you. **Selvi:** (Picks up the card, her eyes searching his.) आप सुनते नहीं... (You don't listen...) **Hunter:** (Nods, already moving toward the door.) I’ll be back. We’ll figure this out. **(The bell jingles as Hunter exits, leaving Selvi alone with her camera and the incomplete, unheard warning in her hands.)**