Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8WAREY3RX2KDPJ8NVCST2A

The autumn air in Alborn was crisp, smelling faintly of woodsmoke and the lingering scent of fermenting apples from the festival grounds. Inside the town’s only café, the windows were fogged with condensation. Selvi sat in the corner booth, her slender fingers trembling slightly as she clicked through the playback menu on her DSLR. Her dark eyes were wide, fixed on a high-shutter-speed shot she’d taken near the orchard just an hour ago. Hunter, his heavy wool coat still dusted with a layer of frost, wove through the crowded tables until he reached her. He stood tall, his posture rigid—a remnant of his years in the service—and he loomed slightly over the petite student. He didn't believe in beating around the bush. **Voice Sheet** **Hunter:** "Excuse me. You’re the student who was taking photos by the North Orchard this morning, right? I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into the disappearances. Do you have a second to talk about what you saw out there?" **Selvi:** *"Maine dekha... usne use khinch liya. Oh bhagwan, woh wahan tha hi nahi, bas gayab ho gaya! Yeh kya horaha hai? Main yahan kyun hoon?"* **Hunter:** "Slow down. Look, I don’t follow. I just need to know if you saw a vehicle near the perimeter or anyone who looked out of place. Can you speak English?" **Selvi:** *“Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha aap kya keh rahe hain! Aap meri baat kyun nahi samajh rahe? Usne use hawa mein ghaseet liya! Yeh jagah... yeh jagah sahi nahi hai!”* **Hunter:** "Listen, I’m not getting through to you, am I? Look at me. Did you see a person? A man? A woman? Point at the screen if you caught anything on that camera of yours." **Selvi:** *“Nahi, nahi, aap nahi samajh sakte. Dekhiye, yeh dekhiye!”* (She frantically shoves the camera toward him, her hands shaking so hard she nearly drops it.) *"Woh dekhiye, uss ped ke peeche! Kya aapko woh dikhayi de raha hai?"* **Hunter:** (Squinting at the tiny LCD screen, his brow furrowed in frustration.) "That’s just shadow blur. Don’t tell me you’re getting spooked by compression artifacts. I need facts, not—" (Hunter’s radio crackles against his shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. He pulls it free, his expression hardening as he hears the garbled report.) **Hunter:** "Damn it. Not now. Look, I have to go—stay here. Do not leave this town, do you understand? Don't go back to that orchard." **Selvi:** *"Ab aap ja rahe hain? Sab ja rahe hain! Kya koi bhi meri madad nahi karega?"* **Hunter:** (Already turning toward the door, his hand resting on the holster at his hip.) "I'll be back later. Just... stay put."