Here is the scene: Hunter walked into the cozy cafe, his eyes scanning the room for the young woman he had been told might have information about the recent disappearances in Alborn. He spotted Isabella sitting at a small table by the window, her camera lying open in front of her. He approached her, his expression serious. "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you may have seen or heard something about the recent... incidents in town," he said, his tone firm but polite. Isabella looked up, startled, and Hunter was struck by her large, expressive eyes. She took a deep breath and began to speak in rapid Italian, her hands gesturing anxiously. "La notte scorsa, ho visto una cosa terribile. Una persona è scomparsa proprio davanti a me. Ero là per scattare delle foto al festival delle mele e... e... non so cosa sia successo." Hunter's expression faltered, and he felt a twinge of frustration. He had no idea what she was saying. "I'm sorry, miss... um...?" he said, trailing off. Isabella's face fell, and she realized Hunter didn't understand her. She tried again, slower this time, but still in Italian. "Sono stati rubati. Una persona è stata rapita. Io ero là, vicino al palco. Ho visto tutto, ma non ho potuto fare niente." Hunter's confusion deepened. He shook his head, feeling helpless. "I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand Italian. Can you... uh... try to explain in English?" Isabella's eyes filled with tears, and she buried her face in her hands. Hunter looked on, unsure of what to do. Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and sighed. "I'm sorry, miss. I have to take this. It's about the case." He stepped away from the table, phone to his ear, and spoke in a low tone. Isabella was left sitting alone, her camera still lying open in front of her, her eyes red from unshed tears. Voice sheet: Isabella: "La notte scorsa, ho visto una cosa terribile. Una persona è scomparsa proprio davanti a me. Ero là per scattare delle foto al festival delle mele e... e... non so cosa sia successo." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss... um...?" Isabella: "Sono stati rubati. Una persona è stata rapita. Io ero là, vicino al palco. Ho visto tutto, ma non ho potuto fare niente." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand Italian. Can you... uh... try to explain in English?"