The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon sugar hung thick in the air of "The Daily Grind," Alborn's only independent cafe. Sunlight streamed through the large front window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet space. Selvi, her bright scarf a splash of color against the worn wooden chair, was hunched over her camera, meticulously examining a memory card. Her brow was furrowed, not in frustration with the technology, but with a deeper disquiet that had settled over her since arriving in this sleepy Midwestern town. Alborn, with its quaint shops and friendly, if sometimes overly curious, locals, was a stark contrast to the bustling streets of Mumbai she'd left behind. The annual apple festival, a proud tradition she'd hoped to capture through her lens, seemed a distant, almost irrelevant concept now. A shadow fell across her table, and Selvi looked up. A man, tall and broad-shouldered, stood before her. His uniform was crisp, his expression serious, and the badge glinting on his chest left no doubt about his profession. Detective Hunter. He’d been making the rounds, asking questions about the recent "unpleasantness," as some townsfolk termed the disappearances. Hunter cleared his throat, his voice a low rumble. "Excuse me, miss." Selvi offered a small, polite nod, her grip tightening on her camera. "I'm Detective Hunter," he continued, his gaze sweeping over her and the camera. "We're investigating a few... incidents. You were at the old mill last Tuesday evening, weren't you? Around dusk?" Selvi's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. The memory of that evening, of the chilling silence that descended after the abrupt, frantic sounds, was still too vivid. Her fingers fumbled with her camera settings. "अरे हाँ," Selvi began, her voice trembling slightly. "मैं वहाँ थी, लेकिन... जो मैंने देखा, वो बहुत भयानक था। वो चीखें... और फिर एकदम सन्नाटा। मैं समझ नहीं पाई कि क्या हो रहा था। मेरा दिल जोर-जोर से धड़क रहा था। मुझे लगा जैसे कुछ बहुत गलत हुआ है।" (Oh yes, I was there, but... what I saw was very frightening. Those screams... and then sudden silence. I couldn't understand what was happening. My heart was beating so fast. I felt like something very wrong had happened.) Hunter blinked, his expression not shifting, but a subtle confusion creasing his forehead. Her words, though delivered with evident distress, were utterly lost on him. He'd expected a description, a detail, anything he could work with. Instead, he got a torrent of sounds he couldn't decipher. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone polite but firm, "I don't… I don't speak Hindi. Could you tell me in English what you saw? Anything at all. Did you see who was making the noise?" Selvi's eyes met his, her distress evident. She tried again, her hands gesturing vaguely, her brow furrowed in an attempt to convey the terror of the moment. "मुझे नहीं पता! यह सब इतनी तेज़ी से हुआ। कोई… कोई भाग रहा था, या कोई चिल्ला रहा था। अँधेरा हो रहा था, और मैं डर गई थी। मैं बस अपनी तस्वीर लेना चाहती थी, लेकिन फिर..." (I don't know! It all happened so fast. Someone… someone was running, or someone was screaming. It was getting dark, and I was scared. I just wanted to take my pictures, but then…) Hunter ran a hand over his chin, a growing sense of frustration mixing with his confusion. He could see she was genuinely upset, but her understandable panic was rendering their conversation useless. He tried a different tack. "Okay, okay. Slow down. Did you see anyone? A person? Any vehicle?" Selvi shook her head, her gaze distant, replaying the fragmented images in her mind. "नहीं, कोई वाहन नहीं। सिर्फ़... वो परछाईं, और आवाज़ें। मुझे लगा जैसे कोई फँस गया हो। बहुत डरावना था।" (No, no vehicle. Just… that shadow, and the sounds. I felt like someone was trapped. It was very scary.) The words tumbled out, a desperate attempt to communicate the weight of what she’d experienced. Before Hunter could even formulate another question, his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID. His expression immediately hardened. "Damn it. Look, miss, I apologize, but I have to go. Something's come up." He started to retreat, his eyes still lingering on her, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "If you remember anything, *anything* at all, in English, please find me at the station. Understood?" Selvi watched him go, her heart heavy with the unspoken. She understood the gesture of leaving, the urgency in his departure, but the chasm of language left her feeling more isolated than ever. The cafe, moments before a haven, now felt like another lonely corner of this strange town. --- **Voice Sheet:** **Selvi:** "अरे हाँ, मैं वहाँ थी, लेकिन... जो मैंने देखा, वो बहुत भयानक था। वो चीखें... और फिर एकदम सन्नाटा। मैं समझ नहीं पाई कि क्या हो रहा था। मेरा दिल जोर-जोर से धड़क रहा था। मुझे लगा जैसे कुछ बहुत गलत हुआ है।" (Oh yes, I was there, but... what I saw was very frightening. Those screams... and then sudden silence. I couldn't understand what was happening. My heart was beating so fast. I felt like something very wrong had happened.) **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. We're investigating a few... incidents. You were at the old mill last Tuesday evening, weren't you? Around dusk?" **Selvi:** "मुझे नहीं पता! यह सब इतनी तेज़ी से हुआ। कोई… कोई भाग रहा था, या कोई चिल्ला रहा था। अँधेरा हो रहा था, और मैं डर गई थी। मैं बस अपनी तस्वीर लेना चाहती थी, लेकिन फिर..." (I don't know! It all happened so fast. Someone… someone was running, or someone was screaming. It was getting dark, and I was scared. I just wanted to take my pictures, but then…) **Hunter:** "I'm sorry. I don't… I don't speak Hindi. Could you tell me in English what you saw? Anything at all. Did you see who was making the noise?" **Selvi:** "नहीं, कोई वाहन नहीं। सिर्फ़... वो परछाईं, और आवाज़ें। मुझे लगा जैसे कोई फँस गया हो। बहुत डरावना था।" (No, no vehicle. Just… that shadow, and the sounds. I felt like someone was trapped. It was very scary.) **Hunter:** "Okay, okay. Slow down. Did you see anyone? A person? Any vehicle?" **Hunter:** "Damn it. Look, miss, I apologize, but I have to go. Something's come up. If you remember anything, *anything* at all, in English, please find me at the station. Understood?"