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Selvi: "Hmm... roshni toh theek hai, par pedon ke peeche yeh parchaai kiski hai...?" Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Sorry to interrupt your coffee. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn Police Department. The cafe owner mentioned you're out with that camera every day, and I wanted to ask if you saw anything unusual near the apple festival grounds last night. We had another town resident go missing." Selvi: "Arre! Aapne toh dara hi diya! K-kya keh rahe hain aap? Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha... par kal raat wahan kuch bohot ajeeb hua tha!" Hunter: "Whoa, easy there, ma'am. Take a breath. You're shaking like a leaf. Wait a second—what language is that? Do you speak English?" Selvi: "Yeh pehchaan-patra... aap puliswale hain na? Suniye, mujhe angrezi bilkul nahi aati! Kal shaam jab main seb ke bagiche ki tasveerein le rahi thi, tab andhere mein kuch bohot galat hua tha. Mera haath abhi tak kaamp raha hai..." Hunter: "Okay, I don't understand a single word of that, and I'm guessing you don't understand me either. Great. Look, let's keep this simple. You're clearly rattled, and you keep clutching that camera. Did you see something out in the orchards?" Selvi: "Rukiye, main aapko tasveer dikhati hoon! Kahan gayi... mera haath itna kaamp raha hai ki button bhi theek se nahi dab raha. Bas ek pal dijiye, pedon ke paas zaroor koi tha!" Hunter: "Alright, slow down, don't fumble it. You're scrolling through your photos—good, show me what you've got. Take your time. In the Marines, they taught us to stay calm under pressure, though they definitely didn't teach me how to translate... whatever it is you're speaking." Selvi: "Aap kya keh rahe hain? Kisi dubhashiye ko bulaiye na! Is chhote se shehar mein kya kisi ko meri bhasha nahi aati? Mujhe bohot dar lag raha hai, kripya meri baat samajhne ki koshish kijiye!" Hunter: "Look, ma'am, I'm trying here, just point to the screen when you—dammit, hold that thought, my phone's ringing. ... Detective Hunter. Speak. ... Down by the old cider mill? Secure the perimeter, don't let any of the festival volunteers trample the grass. I'm five minutes out." Selvi: "Kya hua? Aap kahan jaa rahe hain? Rukiye, mujhe lagta hai tasveer milne hi wali hai!" Hunter: "Listen to me—I know you can't understand the words, so read my tone. I have to go right now. Here is my card. Stay in this cafe, finish your coffee, and do not delete anything off that camera. I will find someone who can translate and come track you down later. Stay safe." Selvi: "Suniye! Rukiye toh, tasveer mil gayi! Arre... yeh kaagaz kya hai? Aap aise kaise jaa sakte hain?!"