Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHSB79GWECVN2V2K1XZS45J

**Scene:** The cozy corner café in Alborn buzzed softly with the clink of mugs and the murmur of locals chatting about the upcoming apple festival. Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow over the wooden tables. Selvi sat by the window, her dark hair tied back in a loose braid, her fingers gently turning the dial on her camera. She was reviewing the photos she had taken that morning near the old orchard—images that now left her visibly unsettled. Her shoulders were tense, and her usual bright expression had faded into one of quiet distress. Hunter entered the café, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in his dark jacket. His sharp eyes scanned the room before settling on the young woman who matched the description he’d been given. He approached her table with measured steps. **Voice Sheet:** Selvi: "Yeh sab itna ajeeb hai... Main kal subah sirf photos le rahi thi, aur woh ped ke peeche kuch dikha... Jaise koi chhupa hua tha. Phir aaj subah woh ladka gayab... Main dar rahi hoon. Kya ho raha hai is shehar mein?" Hunter: "..." Selvi: "Mujhe lagta hai maine kuch dekha tha jo maine nahi dekhna chahiye tha. Police ko batana chahiye tha shayad, lekin main yahaan naya hoon aur... aur mujhe English bhi nahi aati theek se." Hunter: "Miss, I’m Detective Hunter. I understand you were out near the east orchard yesterday morning. Mind if I ask what you saw? We’ve had a couple of folks go missing in the last week, and anything could help." Selvi: "Main samajh nahi rahi aap kya keh rahe hain... Lekin aapka chehra serious lag raha hai. Kya aap bhi uss baare mein poochh rahe hain? Main sirf photography kar rahi thi... aur ab sab kuch galat lag raha hai." Hunter: "..." Selvi: "Main yahaan sirf padhne aayi thi. Ab yeh sab... mujhe ghar lautna chahiye shayad. Lekin main apni camera ko delete nahi kar sakti. Kuch toh hai usmein." Hunter: "I don’t speak... whatever that is. Hindi? Look, I’m not trying to scare you. Just need to know if you saw anything unusual. A man about six foot, red jacket? He was last seen near where you were photographing." Selvi: "Aap samajh nahi rahe. Main Hindi mein hi bol sakti hoon. Woh... woh insaan... maine usko dekha tha jaise woh chhup raha tha. Phir aaj uski photo dekh rahi hoon toh lag raha hai jaise woh mujhe dekh raha hai. Bahut darr lag raha hai." Hunter: "This is pointless. You clearly don’t understand a word I’m saying and I sure as hell don’t understand you." *The two sat in awkward silence for a few moments, Selvi’s eyes wide with worry and Hunter’s brow furrowed in frustration. He tried a few more basic questions, pointing at her camera and then toward the door, but the language barrier only grew more apparent. Selvi kept responding in rapid, anxious Hindi, her voice trembling as she described the shadowy figure she had glimpsed among the apple trees.* Suddenly, Hunter’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting from irritation to alertness. Hunter: "Hunter here... Yeah. When? I’m on my way." *He stood abruptly, giving Selvi an apologetic nod and a gesture that he hoped conveyed “I’ll be back,” before hurrying out of the café. Selvi watched him leave, her hands tightening around her camera, the weight of unspoken fears heavier than before.*