Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small table outside the cozy cafe, her camera in front of her as she scrolled through the photos she had taken earlier that day. The warm sunlight cast a gentle glow on her dark hair as she studied each image, lost in thought. Just as she was about to delete a blurry shot, a tall, rugged-looking man approached her. He had a no-nonsense air about him, and Isabella's instincts told her he was not a tourist. "Miss, can I have a word with you?" he asked, his deep voice firm but polite. Isabella looked up, her eyes locking onto his. "Sì?" she replied, her brow furrowing slightly. "I'm Detective Hunter, and I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town. I understand you're a student here on a program. Have you noticed anything unusual lately?" Isabella's eyes clouded, and she set her jaw, her words tumbling out in a rapid-fire Italian. "Sì, ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri sera. Era tardi, e io stavo camminando vicino al fiume. Ho visto una figura che correva nel bosco, e poi è sparita. Ero spaventata, ma pensavo fosse solo un ragazzo che scherzava. Ma poi ho sentito delle voci sussurrare, e... e... non so cosa sia successo." Hunter's expression turned from curious to perplexed. "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English?" Isabella's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. "Mi dispiace," she stammered, trying to find the right words. "I don't know... uh... what you say... English." Hunter's phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Excuse me, miss. I have to take this." He answered, his voice firm as he listened to the caller. Isabella watched him, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. She wanted to tell him about the strange figure and the whispers, but how could she? After a minute, Hunter hung up and turned back to Isabella. "I'm sorry, miss. I have to go. Can I get your contact information in case I need to ask you more questions?" Isabella nodded, scribbling her phone number on a napkin. As Hunter took it and stuffed it into his pocket, she tried again in Italian, hoping he might somehow understand. "Per favore, detective, trova la verità. Qualcosa di brutto sta accadendo qui." Hunter's eyes narrowed, but he only shook his head. "I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand." With a nod, he turned and strode away, leaving Isabella feeling more troubled than ever. --- Voice Sheet: Isabella: "Sì?" Hunter: "Miss, can I have a word with you?" Isabella: "Sì, ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri sera. Era tardi, e io stavo camminando vicino al fiume. Ho visto una figura che correva nel bosco, e poi è sparita. Ero spaventata, ma pensavo fosse solo un ragazzo che scherzava. Ma poi ho sentito delle voci sussurrare, e... e... non so cosa sia successo." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English?" Isabella: "Mi dispiace. I don't know... uh... what you say... English." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I have to take this." Isabella: "Per favore, detective, trova la verità. Qualcosa di brutto sta accadendo qui." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand."