Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, her camera laid out on the table in front of her. She stared at the lens, her eyes unfocused, as she tried to process the events of the past few days. She had been in town for only a week, and already she had stumbled upon a mystery that had left her shaken. Just as she was about to take a sip of her coffee, a tall, imposing figure approached her table. He had a rugged look about him, with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. He introduced himself as Detective Hunter, and Isabella's instincts told her that he was here to ask her something. "Excuse me, miss," Hunter said, his deep voice firm but polite. "I'm investigating a series of strange occurrences in town. I understand you're a student here on a study abroad program. Can you tell me if you've noticed anything unusual?" Isabella's eyes widened, and she set her cup down. "Sì, ho visto qualcosa," she said, her voice trembling. "Era un uomo, era qui fuori dal caffè... e poi è sparito." Hunter's expression turned puzzled, and he cocked his head to the side. "I'm sorry, miss? Could you repeat that?" Isabella tried again, this time speaking more slowly. "L'uomo era qui... è stato rapito, credo. Era troppo veloce, non sono riuscita a scattare una foto." Hunter's face remained blank, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was clear that he didn't understand a word she was saying. "Miss, I think there may be a misunderstanding," he said, holding up his hands. "I don't speak Italian. Can you try to tell me what you saw in English?" Isabella's eyes dropped to her camera, and she sighed. She didn't know any English, not even basic phrases. How was she supposed to explain what she had seen? Hunter pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Look, I have another call I need to take. Can I get your contact information, miss? I'd like to talk to you more about this later." Isabella nodded, still looking worried, and scribbled down her phone number on a piece of paper. Hunter took it from her, his expression apologetic. "I'll have someone translate what you told me," he said. "We'll talk soon, okay?" Isabella nodded again, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as Hunter stood up to leave. As he walked away, she let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. How was she going to navigate this mystery when she couldn't even communicate with the detective? Voice sheet: Isabella: "Sì, ho visto qualcosa. Era un uomo, era qui fuori dal caffè... e poi è sparito. L'uomo era qui... è stato rapito, credo. Era troppo veloce, non sono riuscita a scattare una foto." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss? Could you repeat that? Miss, I think there may be a misunderstanding. I don't speak Italian. Can you try to tell me what you saw in English? Look, I have another call I need to take. Can I get your contact information, miss? I'd like to talk to you more about this later. I'll have someone translate what you told me. We'll talk soon, okay?"