Isabella sits at a small corner table in the quaint café, her eyes flickering between the images on her camera's display and the bustling street outside. She's engrossed in her photos, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she remembers the moments she captured. The chime of the café door jolts her from her reverie, and she looks up to see a tall, stern-looking man approaching her table. Hunter strides confidently into the café, his eyes scanning the patrons before landing on Isabella. He notes her foreign features and the camera on the table, marking her as a potential witness to the recent events. He approaches her, pulling out the chair opposite without waiting for an invitation. Isabella: (In Italian) "Buongiorno, posso aiutarla?" (Good morning, can I help you?) Hunter: "Morning. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm looking into some strange things that have been happening around town. You wouldn't happen to have seen anything unusual while taking pictures, would you?" Isabella's expression shifts from polite to troubled as she struggles to understand Hunter. She shakes her head slightly, indicating her inability to comprehend his question. Isabella: (In Italian) "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Può ripetere lentamente, per favore?" (I'm sorry, I don't speak English. Could you repeat slowly, please?) Hunter's face shows a flicker of frustration, but he nods, slowing down and enunciating his words more clearly. Hunter: "Unusual... things. Have you seen... anything strange?" Isabella understands the words 'unusual' and 'strange,' and her eyes widen as she recalls the unsettling occurrence she witnessed but couldn't comprehend due to the language barrier. Isabella: (In Italian) "Sì, qualcosa di strano. L'altra notte, ho visto... luci. Molte luci nel bosco. E poi... persone che camminavano verso quelle luci, ma non sono più tornate." (Yes, something strange. The other night, I saw... lights. Many lights in the woods. And then... people walking towards those lights, but they never came back.) Hunter leans in, his attention piqued. He pulls out a notepad, jotting down notes, though he can't understand her words. He senses the importance of what she's saying. Hunter: "Lights in the woods? People walking towards them? Do you know these people?" Isabella nods, her hands gesturing to convey the urgency of her observations. Isabella: (In Italian) "Alcuni sono studenti come me. Altri... erano turisti qui per il festival delle mele." (Some are students like me. Others... were tourists here for the apple festival.) Hunter's phone rings, interrupting the precarious flow of their conversation. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening. Hunter: "I need to take this. Can you write down what you've seen? And if you remember anything else, here's my card." Isabella takes the card, nodding as she watches Hunter step away to answer the call. She pulls out a notebook, beginning to sketch the scene she witnessed, hoping the visuals will convey what her words cannot. When she's done, she places Hunter's card on top of the sketch and leaves it on the table for him to find. Hunter returns, his face grave as he ends the call. He notices the sketch and reads the note Isabella has left. He looks up at her, gratitude mixed with concern in his eyes. Hunter: "Thank you. This helps. We're going to look into this. Stay safe, alright?" Isabella nods, her eyes conveying her hope that her information will lead to answers. Hunter gives her a reassuring nod before hurrying out of the café, his mind already racing with the next steps of his investigation.