Here is the scene: Selvi sat at a small café in the center of Alborn, sipping on a cup of black coffee as she examined her camera. She had just returned from a morning photography session, capturing the vibrant fall colors of the town's apple orchards. Suddenly, a man approached her, casting a shadow over her table. He was tall, with a rugged build and piercing brown eyes. A badge on his belt read "Detective Hunter". "Mind if I sit down?" he asked, his deep voice firm but polite. Selvi shook her head, slightly taken aback. "No, not at all," she replied in Hindi, assuming the man would understand. Hunter's expression turned quizzical. "Uh, sorry? I didn't quite catch that." Selvi's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't encountered many people in Alborn who didn't speak English. She tried again, slower this time. "मैं आपके लिए सीट नहीं लेंगी।" (I won't take your seat.) Hunter's confusion deepened. "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a series of disappearances in Alborn. I was wondering if you'd seen anything unusual recently." Selvi's eyes clouded, and she set her camera down. "हे भगवान, मैंने कल उसे देखा था! वह अचानक गायब हो गया!" (Oh God, I saw him yesterday! He just vanished!) Hunter's brow furrowed. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Could you please speak in English?" Selvi's eyes brimmed with tears. "मैं अंग्रेजी नहीं बोलती।" (I don't speak English.) Hunter's expression softened. "Okay, no problem. Maybe I can find someone to translate for us." He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. After a brief conversation, he hung up. "Someone will be here in a few minutes to help us communicate. Can you tell me what you saw?" Selvi nodded, still shaken. She began to speak in Hindi, but before she could finish, Hunter's phone rang again. "Sorry, gotta take this," he said, standing up. "I'll be right back." Selvi watched as he walked away, answering his phone. She wondered what he had said, and what was happening in this strange town. Here