## Scene: The Cozy Corner Cafe Sunlight streams through the window of The Cozy Corner Cafe, bathing Selvi in a warm glow. She hunches over a table, her fingers tracing the contours of her camera, a furrow in her brow. Dust motes dance in the golden light, mirroring the anxieties swirling inside her. A shadow falls across the table, momentarily stealing the warmth. Selvi looks up, startled, into the stern, unreadable face of Detective Hunter. He’s tall and solidly built, his blue uniform a stark contrast to the floral tablecloth. Hunter leans down, a tentative smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ma'am, mind if I ask you a few questions? We're looking into the disappearances, you see." Selvi, still shaken from her thoughts, instinctively wraps her fingers tighter around her camera. Her eyes dart about nervously before settling on the detective. Words tumble from her lips in a rush of Hindi, her voice laced with worry and confusion. Hunter's smile falters. He shakes his head slowly, brows furrowing. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't understand." Selvi’s breath catches in her throat. Realization dawns on her – they don't speak the same language. Panic flickers in her eyes, mirrored in the slight tightening of her grip on the camera. Her voice softens, slower this time, as she desperately tries to convey the fear gnawing at her. Hunter leans closer, patiently watching her face. He may not understand the language, but he recognizes the fear. He nods reassuringly, hoping to project calmness. They spend the next few minutes in a halting conversation, Hunter gesturing and mimicking, Selvi pointing at herself and then at the disappearing figures on a photograph on her camera screen. His phone suddenly rings, a jarring interruption. Hunter sighs, glancing apologetically at Selvi. "I have to take this." **Voice Sheet:** **Selvi:** * _"Aapne suna hai na? Logo ke ghumne ki bat? Mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai. Mere liye yeh sab bahut pareshani wala hai."_ ("Have you heard about the people disappearing? I am very scared. This is all very troubling for me.") * _"Mainne kali raat mein unko dekha tha. Unka chehra bhayankar tha. Shayad woh hain... woh hain…"_ ("I saw them that night. Their face... it was terrifying. Maybe they… they…") * **Hunter:** * "Ma'am, mind if I ask you a few questions? We're looking into the disappearances, you see." * "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't understand." * <nods reassuringly, trying to project calmness> * “I have to take this.” Hunter disconnecting the call: * "I’m so sorry, ma'am, I have to go. Do you think you could come down to the station tomorrow? We really need to get your statement. I’ll get someone who speaks Hindi to come in and translate.” After the call, Hunter gives Selvi a reassuring nod and a warm smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to go. Can you come to the station tomorrow? We really need to hear what you saw. I'll get someone who speaks Hindi to translate. " Confusion marks Selvi's face, unfortunately masked by the subtle implication that she is somehow suspect. She wishes she could explain more, but the language barrier stands strong like a wall between her and her own safety. Hunter departs, leaving Selvi alone with her fears and a camera full of chilling images.