Isabella: *Bella sits at an outdoor café, her camera on the table in front of her, examining its lens. She sips her coffee and seems deep in thought. Her peace is interrupted when Detective Hunter approaches and takes a seat opposite her without an invitation.* Hunter: *His tone is direct, no-nonsense.* "Pardon me, miss. I couldn't help but notice you've been here a while. You seem... troubled. Everything alright?" Isabella: *She looks up, startled, and her eyes widen slightly at the detective's sudden appearance. She stutters in Italian, her voice shaken.* "Oh, ehm... Sì, sì, sto bene. Solo... I mean, I am fine. I... I just..." *Her hands gesture to her camera, and she shrugs, looking back down at the camera, avoiding eye contact.* Hunter: *His confusion is evident, and he frowns slightly.* "I apologize, I don't speak Italian. Do you understand English? What's your name, and what brings you to Alborn?" Isabella: *She shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing slightly, and responds in Italian again, her voice soft and hesitant.* "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Io... I am Isabella. I am here for... La mia macchina fotografica... I mean, my camera. I am a student of photography, and I wanted to capture the beauty of this place." Hunter: *Leaning forward, he listens intently, his expression intense.* "Photography, huh? And what beauty have you found here in Alborn? It's a quiet little town, not much to see for most folks." Isabella: *She gestures enthusiastically as she replies in Italian, her passion for her art evident.* "Oh, but there is so much beauty! The light here is incredible, and the landscapes... I have never seen anything like it. The way the sun sets over the lake, the colors of the forest in autumn... It's all so inspiring." Hunter: *Nodding as if he understands, even though he doesn't, and makes a mental note about her passion for landscapes.* "I see. Well, Miss Isabella, I'm glad to hear you're enjoying your time here. I actually wanted to ask if you've noticed anything... out of the ordinary lately. You see, there have been some strange goings-on in this town, and I'm trying to get to the bottom of it." Isabella: *Her expression becomes troubled again, and she nods slowly, her gaze dropping to her hands in her lap.* "Sì, I have noticed... strange things. I thought it was just me, my imagination maybe. But... I have seen shadows, people watching me, I think. And then, there was a noise, like a scream, but when I turned, no one was there." *Her voice lowers to a whisper.* "It is scary." Hunter: *He leans back, crossing his arms, his face a mask of interest, taking in her every word.* "I see. Well, Isabella, your instincts are right. There have been some mysterious disappearances, and your description matches some of the clues we've gathered. Would you be willing to help me with my investigation? Your unique perspective might be exactly what we need." *At that moment, Hunter's phone starts ringing, interrupting their conversation.* Hunter: *He holds up a hand, apologetic.* "That's me. Duty calls. Mind if I call you later to discuss this further? I'd like to show you some photographs and see if anything sparks your memory." Isabella: *She nods, her eyes curious, and offers a small smile.* "Of course, I would be happy to help if I can. I will be here, trying to capture the beauty of this mysterious place." Hunter: *Standing, he thanks her and heads off to take the call.* "Alright then, Miss Isabella. Enjoy your photography, and I'll be in touch soon." *The scene ends with Isabella watching Hunter walk away, a mixture of curiosity and unease on her face. Her gaze shifts back to her camera, and she picks it up, as if seeking comfort in her art.*