Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small outdoor table at the local café, fidgeting with her camera. The morning light was perfect, and she was framing a shot of the town's central square, the old clock tower rising above the trees. But her mind wasn't on the photography. She was still shaken from what she'd witnessed the night before. Just as she was about to snap the photo, a tall, broad-shouldered man walked up to her table. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into her as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some strange occurrences in town. I couldn't help but notice you're not from around here. Are you enjoying your time in Alborn?" Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the detective's words, but she didn't respond. She didn't know what to say. Instead, she shook her head and muttered something in Italian. Hunter's expression turned from friendly to confused. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Isabella's eyes welled up with tears as she began speaking rapidly in Italian. "Io ero là ieri sera... Ho visto una cosa terribile... Non so cosa stia succedendo in questa città!" Hunter's brow furrowed as he tried to understand, but it was clear he didn't speak a word of Italian. He held up his hands, looking frustrated. "Okay, hold on a sec. Let me try to get this straight. You witnessed something last night, and you're scared? Can you show me where it happened?" Isabella nodded, then hesitated. How could she explain what she'd seen without speaking the language? She grabbed her camera and flipped through the shots she'd taken before finding the one she wanted. She showed it to Hunter, who studied it intently. Just as he was about to ask her another question, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered, his expression serious. "Yeah, chief... Okay, I'm on my way." He nodded at Isabella. "Sorry, I have to go. Can I get your number and talk to you more about this later?" Isabella shook her head, feeling hopeless. How could she communicate with this man? She scribbled down her host family's phone number on a napkin and handed it to him. Hunter nodded his thanks and strode off, leaving Is