Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café on Main Street, sipping a cappuccino and staring at her camera's LCD screen. She was scrolling through her photos from the previous day, trying to decide which ones to develop. Hunter, a rugged-looking man with a stern expression, approached her table. "Excuse me, miss," he said, flashing a badge. "I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm investigating a recent incident in town, and I understand you were one of the last people to see the victim. Can you tell me what you know?" Isabella's expression changed from calm to troubled in an instant. "Io ero lì quel giorno, vicino al lago... ho visto qualcosa di strano, ma non so se è importante," she replied, her voice shaking. Hunter's face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm sorry, what was that? Can you please speak English?" Isabella hesitated, realizing her mistake. "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese... I mean... Ah, mio dio..." She trailed off, frustrated. Hunter looked at her expectantly, but Isabella just shook her head and continued in Italian, trying to convey her thoughts. "Vede, io ero lì per scattare delle foto, quando ho visto qualcosa di strano... una persona che camminava vicino al lago, poi è scomparsa. Io non so se è legato a quello che è successo dopo..." Hunter's expression turned from confusion to concern. "I'm going to get someone to translate for us," he said, pulling out his phone. Just then, his phone rang. He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hunter... Yes, I'll be right there." He stood up, looking at Isabella apologetically. "I have to go. Can I come talk to you later?" Isabella nodded, still looking shaken. "Sì, per favore... please come back." Hunter nodded and left the café, leaving Isabella to wonder what just happened.