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The steam from the peppermint tea rose in lazy swirls, mirroring the fog clinging to the streets of Alborn. Selvi sat in the corner booth of *The Orchard Café*, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through the digital playback on her camera. The last photo she had taken—a shot of the old stone bridge at twilight—seemed to hold a shadow that hadn't been there in person. A sense of profound unease sat heavy in her chest, a feeling that something in this quiet Minnesota town was fundamentally wrong. The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the low hum of the local chatter. Hunter stepped in, his heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor with a rhythm that commanded attention. He looked every bit the detective, his shoulders set in a permanent line of tension, his eyes scanning the room with a practiced, restless energy. He spotted the girl with the camera and made his way over, his expression grim. He pulled out the chair opposite her without waiting for an invitation. "Excuse me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I noticed you were out near the creek trails earlier this afternoon. Did you see anything unusual? Any vehicles or people that didn't seem to belong?" Selvi looked up, startled. She saw the hardness in his eyes, the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face, and the way he held himself like a man expecting an ambush. She tried to find the English words to explain the chilling stillness she had felt near the water, but the panic rising in her throat choked them away. "Maine wahan kuch dekha nahi, par... kuch bahut ajeeb tha," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Vahan ki khamoshi... wo darawni thi. Aisa laga jaise koi mujhe dekh raha hai." Hunter froze. He stared at her, his brow furrowing into a deep V. He waited for the rest of the sentence, but it didn't come. He searched her face for a hint of a language he might recognize, but found nothing. "I'm sorry?" Hunter said, leaning forward slightly. "I don't follow. Do you speak English?" Selvi shook her head quickly, her eyes wide. She gestured vaguely toward her camera and then toward the window, toward the woods. "Zyaada log gayab ho chuke hain," she said, her tone urgent and distressed. "Kya aapko nahi lagta ki yeh jagah ab surakshit nahi hai?" Hunter sighed, a heavy, frustrated sound. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I don't know what you're telling me, but you look like you've seen a ghost. If you saw something—anything—you need to find a way to tell me. This town is on edge." Selvi realized the wall between them was too high. She lowered her gaze to her tea, her shoulders slumped. She felt isolated, a stranger in a land that felt increasingly hostile. "I'm sorry," Hunter muttered, more to himself than her. "I can't help you if I can't understand you." He began to stand, perhaps intending to move to a table where someone might be more useful, when his phone erupted in his pocket. He pulled it out, saw the caller ID, and his entire demeanor shifted from confusion to combat readiness. "I have to go," he said, his voice clipped and professional. "Stay safe. Keep that camera handy." Before she could even offer a polite nod, he was gone, disappearing back into the autumn chill of Alborn. Selvi sat alone, the silence of the café suddenly feeling much heavier than before. *** **Voice Sheet** Selvi: "Maine wahan kuch dekha nahi, par... kuch bahut ajeeb tha. Vahan ki khamoshi... wo darawni thi. Aisa laga jaise koi mujhe dekh raha hai." Hunter: "I'm sorry? I don't follow. Do you speak English?" Selvi: "Zyaada log gayab ho chuke hain. Kya aapko nahi lagta ki yeh jagah ab surakshit nahi hai?" Hunter: "Look, I don't know what you're telling me, but you look like you've seen a ghost. If you saw something—anything—you need to find a way to tell me. This town is on edge." Hunter: "I'm sorry. I can't help you if I can't understand you." Hunter: "I have to go. Stay safe. Keep that camera handy."