Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, her camera lying on the table in front of her. She stared at it blankly, her mind elsewhere. Hunter, a detective with a rugged jawline and piercing brown eyes, walked into the café and spotted her. He approached her, his expression serious. "Excuse me, miss," Hunter said, his deep voice firm. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a recent disappearance in town. I understand you're a visitor here. Did you happen to see or hear anything unusual on the night of the apple festival?" Isabella looked up, startled, and responded in Italian, her voice trembling. "Sono così scossa... ero lì近くの公園で写真を撮っていました... poi-era tutto buio e non riuscivo a trovare la mia strada... (I'm so shaken... I was taking pictures in the park nearby... then everything was dark and I couldn't find my way...)" Hunter's expression changed from serious to confused. He shook his head, clearly not understanding a word she had just said. "I'm sorry, miss... can you speak English?" Isabella looked at him apologetically, realizing her mistake. "Mi dispiace... non parlo inglese... (I'm sorry... I don't speak English...)" Hunter rubbed his temples, frustrated. "Okay... well, let me think for a moment." He pulled out a notebook and flipped through it. "Do you mind if I show you some pictures? Maybe you can point to anything that looks familiar?" Isabella hesitated, then nodded. Hunter showed her a few photos, and she pointed to one, speaking in Italian again. Hunter looked at her, still confused, and was about to ask her another question when his phone rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, and then said, "I have to go. I'll send someone over to interpret for you. Sorry, miss." With that, he turned and walked out of the café, leaving Isabella still shaken and confused. Voice sheet: Isabella: "Sono così scossa... ero lì近くの公園で写真を撮っていました... poi-era tutto buio e non riuscivo a trovare la mia strada..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a recent disappearance in town. I understand you're a visitor here. Did you happen to see or hear anything unusual on the night of the apple festival?" Isabella: "Mi dispiace... non parlo inglese..." Hunter: "Okay... well, let me think for a moment."