## Scene: Cozy Cafe Sunlight streamed through the dusty windowpane, illuminating motes dancing in the air. Isabella, a vision in flowing linen, sat hunched over a worn wooden table, her camera resting on its lap like a slumbering pet. The cafe bustled with the whir of the coffee machine and the murmur of conversation, but Isabella seemed lost in a world of her own, her brow furrowed as she gazed at the small screen on her camera’s back. A shadow fell across her table. Isabella looked up, startled, to see a tall, rugged man standing before her. His jaw was set firm, and his eyes, the blue of a winter sky, held a keen intensity that both intrigued and unsettled her. **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am. You wouldn't happen to have seen anything unusual around the square last night, would ya?" He shifted his weight, his gaze lingering on the camera in her lap. Isabella’s heartbeat quickened. She shook her head, her dark eyes wide with fear. **Isabella:** "No, niente... ho visto niente.” Hunter frowned. He knew Italian from those old war movies his grandfather loved, but this rapid-fire talk was beyond him. **Hunter:** “I... uh... didn’t catch that. Do you speak English?” Isabella bit her lip, a tremor running through her fragile frame. **Isabella:** "Non... comprende... spaventato." Hunter’s brow furrowed deeper. Clearly, this woman, whoever she was, was shaken up about something. **Hunter:** “Look, I’m Detective Hunter. I’m investigating some… incidents in town. Anything you can tell me, even if it seems small, might be helpful." Isabella seemed to shrink back. **Isabella:** "Sc... scena… brutto,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Hunter leaned closer, trying to decipher her words. **Hunter:** “A bad scene? What kind of scene?" Isabella’s eyes welled with tears. **Isabella:** "L'uomo… scomparso…” **Hunter:** “Man... missing?" Isabella nodded, her grip tightening around her camera. Before Hunter could ask another question, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grimaced, the insistent ringtone pulling him away from the distressed woman before him. **Hunter:** “I gotta take this. Look, if you remember anything, anything at all, please come find me at the station. My name's Hunter. Just ask for me.” He gave her a curt nod, already backing away. Isabella watched him leave, a swirling mix of emotions in her eyes – fear, frustration, and a flicker of something else, something akin to hope. His words echoed in her head: “Hunter.” She clutched the camera tighter, her fingers trembling. She knew she had to tell him what she saw. ## Voice Sheet: **Isabella:** * “No, niente… ho visto niente.” * (No, nothing... I didn't see anything.) * “Non... comprende... spaventato." (I don't... understand... scared.) * “Sc... scena… brutto” (Se... scene... bad.) * "L'uomo… scomparso…” (The man… disappeared…) **Hunter:** * "Excuse me, ma'am. You wouldn't happen to have seen anything unusual around the square last night, would ya?" * "I... uh... didn’t catch that. Do you speak English?” * “Look, I’m Detective Hunter. I’m investigating some… incidents in town. Anything you can tell me, even if it seems small, might be helpful." * “A bad scene? What kind of scene?" * “Man... missing?" * “I gotta take this. Look, if you remember anything, anything at all, please come find me at the station. My name's Hunter. Just ask for me.”