Selvi: *(In Hindi, quietly to herself, scrolling through photos on her camera)* "हे भगवान... यह सही नहीं हो सकता।" (Oh my god... this can't be right.) Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Ma'am?" Selvi: *(Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide with residual fear. In Hindi.)* "क्या? मुझे माफ़ करना, मैं..." (What? I'm sorry, I...) Hunter: "I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn Police. I was told you were near the old cider mill last night. I need to ask you about what you saw." Selvi: *(She doesn't understand the words, but recognizes the location name 'cider mill' and the serious tone. She grips her camera tightly, her knuckles white. Shaken, in rapid Hindi.)* "पुराना मिल... हाँ, मैं वहाँ थी। मैंने... मैंने कुछ बहुत बुरा देखा। वो आदमी... उसकी आँखें... वो बस चला गया!" (The old mill... Yes, I was there. I... I saw something terrible. That man... his eyes... he just vanished!) Hunter: "Right. Okay. I don't... speak that. Look." *(He slows his speech, gesturing with his hands.)* "The man. Last night. At the mill. Gone." *(He makes a 'poof' gesture with his hands.)* "Did you see anything?" Selvi: *(She follows his gestures, her brow furrowed in concentration. She points at her camera, then back at him, her voice trembling. In Hindi.)* "मेरी तस्वीरों में! सब कुछ यहीं है! लेकिन मैं बहुत डरी हुई हूँ। अगर उन्होंने मुझे देख लिया तो?" (In my pictures! It is all in here! But I am so scared. What if they saw me?) Hunter: "Your camera? You have pictures?" *(He mimes holding up a camera and clicking the shutter.)* "Pictures. Photos. Can I see?" Selvi: *(She recoils, pulling the camera closer to her chest. Her fear turns to suspicion. In Hindi.)* "नहीं! मैं तुम्हें नहीं जानती! तुम कौन हो? मुझे अकेला छोड़ दो!" (No! I don't know you! Who are you? Leave me alone!) Hunter: "Hey, easy now. I'm the police." *(He pulls his wallet out and flashes his badge, pointing to it clearly.)* "Police. Detective. I'm trying to help." Selvi: *(She stares at the badge. The word 'Police' is universally recognizable. Her posture softens slightly, but the fear remains. She whispers in Hindi.)* "पुलिस..." (Police...) Hunter: "Yeah, police. Now, the pictures..." *(His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen with a frustrated sigh and answers.)* "Hunter... Yeah... Where?... Dammit. I'm on my way." Hunter: *(He stands up, pocketing his phone. He looks down at Selvi, his expression a mix of urgency and frustration. He points a finger at her, then at his own eyes, then back at her.)* "You. Stay here. Don't go anywhere. We're not done." Selvi: *(She watches him stride out of the cafe, clutching her camera. She looks down at the last photo on the screen - a blurry image of a man being dragged into the woods. In a barely audible Hindi whisper.)* "मैं क्या करूँ?" (What do I do?)