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Selvi: “Aap… baithiye.” Hunter: “Yeah. Thanks.” *(He glances at her camera.)* “You’re Selvi, right? The study-abroad student?” Selvi: “Haan… main Selvi hoon.” *(She keeps her camera in her lap, fingers still on the strap like she can’t let go.)* Hunter: “Good. I’m looking into something that happened around here. People say you were near the apple festival area earlier this week.” Selvi: “Ji… main gayi thi. Main photos lene gayi thi.” *(Her eyes flick toward the window, as if replaying a moment.)* Hunter: “Did you see anything odd? Anyone acting strange?” Selvi: “Odd… haan.” *(She swallows.)* “Par main… samajh nahi paayi.” Hunter: “You don’t need to be perfect—just tell me what you noticed.” Selvi: “Woh… do log the.” *(She gestures vaguely, then brings her hand back to her camera.)* “Ek… thoda bada aadmi, aur ek… younger.” Hunter: “Describe them. Clothes? Anything memorable.” Selvi: “Unhone… festival ka badge pehna tha.” *(Her voice tightens.)* “But—” Hunter: “But what?” Selvi: “But badge… sahi nahi tha.” *(She looks up sharply, troubled.)* “Jaise… galat jagah pe laga ho.” Hunter: “I don’t follow.” Selvi: “Main… dekha.” *(She taps the camera lightly, as if it can prove it.)* “Woh log hamesha ek hi tarah se… ek dusre ko dekh rahe the. Aur phir—” Hunter: “Phir?” Selvi: “Phir ek aurat chillayi.” *(Her breathing stutters; she steadies herself.)* “She was saying something… but… main Hindi mein nahi—” Hunter: “You were saying—” *(He stops, brow furrowed.)* “Wait. You just said you don’t know Hindi? Or the other way around?” Selvi: “Main—” *(She shakes her head, suddenly more upset.)* “Nahi. Main samajh sakti hoon. Par… main dar gayi thi.” Hunter: “Okay. What did you understand when she shouted?” Selvi: “Woh… kah rahi thi— ‘Ruko!’ ‘Mat jao!’” *(Selvi’s hands tighten around her camera.)* “Aur phir… woh sab khamosh ho gaya.” Hunter: “Khamosh?” Selvi: “Haan.” *(She nods quickly, eyes glassy.)* “Jaise— kisi ne… unki awaaz band kar di ho.” Hunter: “How would you know that?” Selvi: “Main… doctor nahi hoon.” *(She lets out a small, helpless laugh.)* “Par main insaan ko pehchaan leti hoon. Woh… afraid thi.” Hunter: “Afraid of what?” Selvi: “Ke… woh kisi ko le ja rahe the.” *(She lowers her voice.)* “Aur… shayad… unki photo bhi le rahe the.” Hunter: “My town doesn’t have people taking photos like that.” *(He speaks like a man solving a problem, not reacting emotionally.)* “Unless you were the one taking photos.” Selvi: “Main sirf… landscape.” *(She immediately looks defensive.)* “Main apples, trees, ya sky—” Hunter: “And did anyone approach you?” Selvi: “Haan.” *(Her eyes dart again.)* “Woh younger… came near. He asked me something.” Hunter: “Asked you what?” Selvi: *(She speaks rapidly in Hindi, troubled and shaken, not quite looking at him.)* “Usne bola— ‘Kisne tumhe yahan bheja?’ ‘Tum kis camera se photo le rahi ho?’ aur phir… usne smile kiya, par aankhon mein— nahi tha.” Hunter: “Whoa, hey.” *(He raises a hand.)* “Slow down. I can’t— I don’t know Hindi.” Selvi: “Kya?” *(She blinks, confused.)* “Aap… Hindi nahi?” Hunter: “Nope. Not even a little.” *(He frowns at her words, then at his own hands.)* “I need plain English, ma’am.” Selvi: *(She forces herself to speak more carefully, her English still shaky.)* “He… ask me. Who send me. What photo. And… smile.” Hunter: “Okay. And then?” Selvi: “And then… I feel bad.” *(She exhales, eyes tight.)* “I think— they want picture, not just photo.” Hunter: “Want a picture of you?” Selvi: “Ya… or someone.” *(She presses her lips together.)* “Because after that… people started missing.” Hunter: “Missing.” *(The word lands heavy. He studies her face.)* “How many people did you see them with?” Selvi: “I… I saw only two.” *(She shakes her head.)* “But… I heard more.” Hunter: “Heard more?” Selvi: “Voices… far.” *(She glances out the window again.)* “Like… someone calling, then stopping.” Hunter: “And you got pictures?” Selvi: “Mostly trees.” *(A small, painful smile.)* “But… maybe one or two… where I show them.” Hunter: “Good. If you have anything, show it to me.” Selvi: *(She nods too fast, then hesitates.)* “But… I’m scared.” Hunter: “Yeah. That’s normal.” *(He keeps his tone steady.)* “You did the right thing coming in. I’ll take your photos, and I’ll follow up.” Selvi: “Thank you.” *(Her voice softens, still shaken.)* “Par… please be careful.” Hunter: “Always.” *(He shifts, his attention already splitting between her and the case.)* “Now listen—are you staying in town tonight?” Selvi: “Haan. I stay near… campus.” *(She looks down at her camera.)* “But I don’t know English well. I feel… alone.” Hunter: “You won’t be.” *(A beat.)* “Not if I can help it.” Selvi: “Main… aapko kaise help kar sakti hoon?” Hunter: “Right now? Just send me anything you took near the festival area. And if you remember anything else—names, times, directions—tell me.” Selvi: “Aap… English mein likhwa sakte hain?” *(She worries her lip.)* “Because… I can speak, but not—” Hunter: “You don’t need to write perfect sentences.” *(He reaches into his pocket.)* “I’ve got a notepad. You can point, or you can draw. We’ll manage.” Selvi: *(She nods, grateful and frightened.)* “Okay.” Hunter: “Alright.” *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, face tightening instantly.)* “Damn.” Selvi: “Kya hua?” Hunter: *(Already standing.)* “I’ve got another lead. I need to go.” Selvi: “Abhi?” *(Her hands hover over the camera.)* Hunter: “Yep. Sorry.” *(He looks at her like he’s trying to reassure without promising too much.)* “Keep your phone charged. Don’t go wandering. If you get more details, call me.” Selvi: “But… how I call? You don’t give—” Hunter: *(He taps the notepad, then scribbles.)* “Here.” *(He turns it toward her.)* “Number. I’m going to text you my address for the photos. You can just show it at the station.” Selvi: *(She takes the paper carefully, like it’s fragile.)* “Okay… Hunter.” *(She says his name as if tasting it.)* Hunter: “Detective Hunter.” Selvi: “Detective Hunter.” *(She nods, then speaks softly in Hindi, more to herself than him.)* “Mujhe… theek lagna chahiye.” Hunter: “You’ll be fine.” *(He starts toward the door, then pauses.)* “Hey—one more thing.” Selvi: “Haan?” Hunter: “When you said someone was afraid—did you hear the word ‘leave’ or ‘stop’ in English?” Selvi: *(She concentrates hard.)* “Stop.” *(She nods.)* “Stop… stop.” Hunter: “Alright.” *(He gives a short, grim nod.)* “That helps.” Selvi: “Please… come back soon.” Hunter: “I will.” *(He exits.)* Selvi: *(Left alone, she looks down at her camera, trembling slightly.)* “Ab… main photo kaise dikhaungi.” Hunter: *(Off-screen, echoing through the cafe door as it closes.)* “One step at a time.”