Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, Minnesota, her camera in front of her as she gazed at the photos she had taken earlier that day. The annual apple festival was in full swing, and she had captured the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere of the event. But her mind was elsewhere, her brow furrowed in concern. Just then, a tall, rugged-looking man approached her. He introduced himself as Detective Hunter, his expression serious. Isabella looked up, sensing something was amiss. Hunter: "Good morning, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a recent event in the town, and I understand you were in the area last night. Can you tell me what you saw?" Isabella's eyes widened, and she launched into a rapid-fire response in Italian. "Era così spaventoso! Ho visto una persona correre via dalla festa, e poi non l'ho più vista. Non so cosa sia successo, ma era claro che era qualcosa di brutto." Hunter's face fell, his confusion evident. "I...I didn't quite catch that. Sorry, miss. Can you speak English?" Isabella shook her head, feeling a surge of frustration. She knew a few words, but not enough to convey her thoughts. Hunter tried again, slower this time. "Do...you...speak...English?" Isabella sighed, trying to think of how to communicate. "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Io sono italiana." Hunter's expression turned apologetic. "I don't speak Italian. Can you...show me?" Isabella hesitated, then pulled out her camera and scrolled through her photos. She stopped at a shot of the festival, pointing to a figure in the background. "Era là. Io l'ho vista scappare via." Hunter's eyes scanned the photo, his brow furrowed. "I'll take this and see what we can do. Grazie, miss..." Just then, his phone buzzed. "Excuse me, I have to take this." Isabella nodded, watching as he stepped away to take the call. Voice sheet: Isabella: "Era così spaventoso! Ho visto una persona correre via dalla festa, e poi non l'ho più vista. Non so cosa sia successo, ma era claro che era qualcosa di brutto." Hunter: "Good morning, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a recent event in the town, and I understand you were in the area last night. Can you tell me what you saw?" Isabella: "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Io sono italiana." Hunter: "I don't speak Italian. Can you...show me?" Isabella: "Era là. Io l'ho vista scappare via." Hunter: "Grazie, miss..."