Here is the scene: Selvi sat alone at a small table by the window, sipping a latte and examining the screen on her camera. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, and her eyes were focused intently on the image in front of her. Hunter, a tall, rugged man with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes, approached her table. "Excuse me, miss," he said. "Mind if I have a word?" Selvi looked up, startled, and Hunter was taken aback by the fear that flashed across her face. She quickly masked it, though, and gestured to the empty chair across from her. "Of course," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Hunter sat down and pulled out a business card, which he slid across the table. "My name is Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a series of disappearances in Alborn. I understand you're a visitor?" Selvi nodded, her eyes darting to the card. "Ji," she said. Hunter's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Selvi hesitated, then tried again. "Haan, ji." Hunter looked at her expectantly, but Selvi seemed stuck. She took a deep breath and launched into a stream of rapid-fire Hindi. "...kuch nahi hai, main kuch nahi dekh sakti, wahin par gaya tha..." Hunter's face grew increasingly confused as Selvi spoke. He shook his head, holding up his hands. "I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand." Selvi looked stricken. She tried again, slower this time, but it was clear she was getting nowhere. Hunter pulled out a notebook and began to scribble some words. "Can you read English?" he asked. Selvi nodded, and Hunter turned the notebook so she could see what he had written. "What did you see?" Selvi hesitated, then pointed to the words. "Wahin par," she said, her finger jabbing at the paper. "Wahin par gaya tha." Hunter's eyes narrowed. "Where?" he pressed. Selvi's eyes welled up with tears, and she shook her head. Just then, Hunter's phone rang. He cursed under his breath and stood up. "Sorry, miss. I have to take this. Can I come back and talk to you later?" Selvi nodded, looking forlorn. Hunter pulled out a card