Here is the scene: Selvi sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, sipping on a cup of coffee and examining her camera lens. She looked up to see a man with a rugged jawline and a stern expression approaching her. Hunter flashed his detective badge. "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town and I understand you may have some information." Selvi's eyes widened, and she responded in a worried tone, "Pichhle din ek ajeeb si baat hui thi. Maine kuch dekha jo mujhe bahut pareshan kar raha hai." (Yesterday, something strange happened. I saw something that's been troubling me a lot.) Hunter's expression changed from curious to confused. "I'm sorry, miss...?" Selvi tried again, this time slower, hoping he would understand, "Maine ek ladka dekha, jo ekdum gaayab ho gaya. Usne kabhi bhi kuch nahi kaha." (I saw a boy, who suddenly disappeared. He didn't say a word.) Hunter's confusion deepened. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, miss. Do you speak English?" Selvi shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "Nahin... mujhe angrezi nahi aati." (No... I don't know English.) Hunter's face softened slightly, and he tried to reassure her, "It's okay, I'll figure out a way to communicate with you. Can you tell me what's wrong?" But his face showed his struggle to understand what she was saying. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, listening for a moment before apologizing, "I have to go, miss. If you don't mind, can I come back and talk to you later with a translator?" He quickly took down her name and number and rushed out of the café. As he left, Selvi let out a sigh, her eyes returning to her camera. She flipped through the pictures, stopping on one of the town's apple festival. But her mind was elsewhere, on the strange occurrence that had left her shaken.