Here is the scene: Selvi sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, Minnesota, her camera laid out in front of her as she gazed at the scenic landscapes she had captured during her study abroad program. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the soft hum of conversation from the few patrons created a cozy atmosphere. Just as she was about to review her photos, a tall, rugged man with a no-nonsense expression approached her table. His piercing blue eyes scanned her face, and Selvi felt a flutter in her chest. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice firm but polite. Selvi shook her head, unsure what to say. The man took it as a nod and sat down across from her. "I'm Detective Hunter, investigating some strange occurrences in Alborn. Have you heard about the recent disappearances?" Selvi's eyes widened, and she responded in Hindi, her words tumbling out in a rapid, anxious stream: "Kuch khas nahin tha, par ek raat mein sab kuch badal gaya. Main kuch nahin jaanti, lekin main dekha hai... main dekha hai kuch galat hai." (There was nothing unusual, but one night everything changed. I don't know anything, but I saw... I saw something wrong.) Hunter's expression turned puzzled, and he cocked his head to the side. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Selvi repeated herself, hoping he would understand, but Hunter's confusion only deepened. They sat in silence for a moment, the language barrier between them as palpable as the tension in the air. Selvi tried again, using hand gestures to convey her emotions, but Hunter's face remained unreadable. Just as it seemed like they were at an impasse, Hunter's phone buzzed. He excused himself, answering the call with a curt "Hunter." As he spoke, his eyes never left Selvi's face, and she sensed he was trying to piece together what she had said. Finally, he hung up and rose from his seat. "I have to go, but I'll be back to talk to you again. Can I ask, do you have a translator or someone who can help us communicate?" Selvi nodded, feeling a mix of relief and worry. She scribbled her phone number on a napkin and handed it to Hunter. "Thank you," he said, his voice firm. "I'll be in touch." With that, he turned and left the café, leaving Selvi to wonder what had just transpired. Voice sheet: Selvi: "Kuch khas nahin tha, par ek raat mein sab kuch badal gaya. Main kuch nahin jaanti, lekin main dekha hai... main dekha hai kuch galat hai." Hunter: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"