Selvi: "..." - Selvi looks up from her camera as the gruff detective approaches her table. She sees his earnest expression and troubled eyes, which suggest he needs something from her. When he speaks, her mind rushes to translate, but she can only understand a few words like "help" and "missing." Selvi's own eyes grow wide with fear as she thinks of Sarah, the girl who vanished yesterday. She tries to explain in Hindi, her voice trembling: "Aaj kal kuch log ghaat ghaat gaye hain. Maine kalti raat ek ladki ko yaad kiya - Sarah. Uss ka trace nahi hua! Police ko maloom kiyon ki nahi? Kyon woh kuch nahi karti hai?" (Many people have been disappearing lately. I saw a girl yesterday - Sarah. No trace of her! Why doesn't the police know? Why don't they do something?) Hunter: "What the hell? Miss..." - Hunter glances around, realizing the severity of the situation. Selvi's distress is palpable. He doesn't understand a word but the girl's broken English and shaking hands give him all the context he needs to spring into action. "Look," he says, leaning in closer and speaking in a low voice. "I'm on this case. I'll look into this Sarah person." His eyes promise action as his hand rests on his gun holster. "Just tell me where..." The detective takes out his phone to take notes, ready to delve deeper into this mystery gripping the town. Selvi: "..." - Thought: Thewarm, kind detective pulls out his phone, clearly eager to help. His strong hands and steady gaze make Selvi feel a rare glimmer of hope. "Woh bil evidence par dhoondna chahte hain," she mumbles in Hindi, pointing to the camera. "Ye dono kahin woh encounters se dor hai aapj ke?" (They should look for clues. Maybe these contain something of interest to you?) She hesitates before reaching out to give Hunter a flash drive from her camera bag. "Isme aaj kal ki saari tasveer hai, aap dekh lein." (Here are all the pictures from these days, you see for yourself.) As Hunter takes the flash drive, her phone starts ringing. She jumps, seeing Sarah's contact photo light up the screen. Trembling hands fumble to silence the call as she avoids Hunter's intense stare. Logic says to just let it go to voicemail... But the irratitional fear makes her hand hover, tempted to click answer. Sarah, where are you? Hunter: "..." - Hunter's heart races as the words "disappearance" and "girl" from the jumbled conversation swirl in his mind. This is clearly a lead, but he can't even begin to grasp the full details. He needs Selvi's help and cooperation. "Miss, whatever this is about... whoever's missing," he begins, voice measured and calm, "I promise you, I'll find them. But I'm going to need you to show me exactly where you saw this Sarah person. Every detail. Got it?" His intense gaze bores into Selvi, a mix of authoritative coercion and earnest desperation. He needs her to feel safe trusting him with this vital information. Taking a deep breath, he pulls out his badge, flashing it briefly. "I'm Detective Hunter Malone, Homicide. You can trust me." He reaches out a hand to her, ready to lead Selvi from the cafe as soon as she joins together enough courage to speak. (A ringing phone cuts through the tense moment. Selvi's eyes dart to the device vibrating on the table before her. Another ring. Her mouth falls open as she sees who's calling. Sarah.) "...Sarah? Mehendi hasee, konsa game ye hai?" (Hello Sarah? What kind of game is this?) Hunter watches as confusion and terror shade the girl's face. The phone skitters as it hits the floor, her cell phone still blaring the unanswered call. "I phoned her!" Selvi blurts out, panicked. "She called! Oh God, Hal Hal Hal!" Her hands fly to her face, fingers locked in her dark hair as she tries to calm down. Pleading eyes shimmer with tears as she looks to Hunter. "What do I do? What do I do?!"