Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, her camera lying on the table in front of her. She stared at the lens, her mind elsewhere. Suddenly, she looked up to see a rugged-looking man with a stern expression standing over her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice firm but not unkind. Isabella shook her head, and the man sat down across from her. He introduced himself as Detective Hunter, and Isabella's eyes widened slightly as she took in his imposing figure. "Isabella, I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town," Hunter began. "I was wondering if you've noticed anything unusual." Isabella's eyes dropped, and she began to speak in rapid Italian, her words tumbling out in a worried stream. "Sono così spaventata... ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri notte... una figura che si muoveva nei boschi... non so cosa fosse, ma era così sinistro... " Hunter's expression changed from curious to confused. "I'm sorry, miss... I don't speak Italian. Can you speak English?" Isabella's face fell, and she tried again, slower this time, but still in Italian. "Non parlo inglese... io sono così preoccupata... qualcosa non va in questa città..." Hunter's eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his temples. He was clearly frustrated by the language barrier. "I'm going to have to find someone to translate for us," he muttered. Just then, his phone rang, and he stood up to answer it. "Excuse me, miss. I have to take this." As he walked away, Isabella watched him, feeling helpless and scared. She didn't know what was happening in this town, but she knew she had to tell someone. Here is the voice sheet: Isabella: "Sono così spaventata... ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri notte... una figura che si muoveva nei boschi... non so cosa fosse, ma era così sinistro... " Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss... I don't speak Italian. Can you speak English?" Isabella: "Non parlo inglese... io sono così preoccupata... qualcosa non va in questa città..." Hunter: "I'm going to have to find someone to translate for us."