Selvi sat alone at a small café in the center of Alborn, her camera resting on the table before her. She absently fiddled with the lens, lost in thought. The café was quiet at this time of morning, the only sounds being the low hum of chatter from a few other patrons and the clinking of dishes in the back kitchen. Selvi jumped slightly as a tall figure appeared beside her table. She looked up to see a man in his mid-30s, with short, dark hair and a stern expression. He wore a crisp suit and had an air of authority about him. "Excuse me," he said gruffly, his deep voice jolting Selvi from her reverie. "Are you Selvi?" Selvi nodded, confusion and wariness evident on her face. "Haa," she replied softly in Hindi. "Mai Selvi hoon." The man frowned. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some disappearances in town. I understand you might know something about what happened at the apple festival last week?" Selvi's eyes widened and she took a deep breath before launching into a rapid-fire stream of Hindi, her voice quavering with emotion. "Main usse dekh rahi thi... Koi uske saath tha... Ek ladka, ladki nahi thi. Bahut khaufnaak tha... Usne ladke ke saath kuch kaha, phir ladka gayab ho gaya. Maine aisa kuch nahi dekha pahle kabhi... Uske baad main wahan se bhag gayi." Hunter blinked slowly, completely lost. "I'm sorry, what was that? I don't speak Hindi." Selvi bit her lip, searching for the right words. She knew only a handful of English phrases, and none of them seemed appropriate for this situation. She took a deep breath and tried again, speaking slowly. "Girl... go... disappear. Man talk, girl gone. I run." Hunter's eyebrows raised. "You saw the girl who disappeared? At the festival?" Selvi nodded vigorously, her hands trembling. "Haan, maine dekha. Ek ladki thi, bahut sundar... Usne kuch khaya tha, phir usne ladke ke saath baat ki. Ladka gayab ho gaya, aur ladki bhi gayab ho gayi." Hunter was getting frustrated. He pulled out his phone and