Selvi: (turning her camera over in her hands, voice soft) "Yeh tasveer theek se nahi aayi... par main darr gayi thi, sach mein." Hunter: (pulls out his badge, sits across from her) "Ma’am, I’m Detective Hunter. I saw you here last night, around the time of the incident. Did you see anything unusual?" Selvi: (eyes wide, struggling to find English words, answers in quick Hindi) "Maine who aadmi dekha—kaale coat mein, raat ko... woh aise chhup raha tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya kya ho raha hai..." Hunter: (leans forward, picks up on her distress but not her words) "I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Do you speak English at all?" Selvi: (voice trembling, pointing at her camera, still in Hindi) "Camera… photo... main try ki kiya, par... sabh kuch itna jaldi hua." Hunter: (nods slowly, tries to use hand gestures) "Camera? Did you take a picture? Can I see?" Selvi: (nods, hands camera with shaking fingers, says in Hindi) "Yeh rakh lo, dekh sakte hain... mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai." Hunter: (scrolls through images, frowns, then looks up) "Is this from last night? This man—did you see where he went?" Selvi: (shakes her head, quietly) "Nahin, bilkul pata nahi... bas andhera tha." Hunter: (exhales, puts camera down gently) "I wish I understood you. Thank you—I’ll get someone to help translate. You’re safe here." (His phone rings, he picks it up) "Hunter. Yeah? On my way." (stands) "Stay here, okay? I’ll be back." Selvi: (nods faintly, hugs her bag to her chest, whispering to herself in Hindi) "Bhagwan, madad karo..."