Here is the scene: Isabella sat at the small-town café, nursing a cup of coffee and staring at her camera. The bright sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the worry etched on her face. She had just returned from a photography excursion in the surrounding countryside, where she had stumbled upon a disturbing scene. A makeshift campsite had been abandoned, with signs of a hasty departure. A sleeping bag was strewn across the ground, and a backpack lay open, its contents spilling out. Isabella had taken several photos, but the memory of the scene still haunted her. Just as she was trying to shake off the unease, a tall, imposing figure approached her table. He flashed a badge and introduced himself as Detective Hunter. Isabella's eyes widened as she took in his rugged features and firm demeanor. "Miss... um...?" Hunter said, consulting a piece of paper. "Isabella? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a series of disappearances in the area. I understand you're a student here on a study abroad program?" Isabella nodded, her eyes fixed on the detective. "I was wondering if you've seen or heard anything unusual in the past few days," Hunter continued. Isabella's brow furrowed, and she responded in rapid Italian, her hands fluttering as she spoke. "Oh, dio mio, si! I was out taking some photos yesterday near the old mill, and I saw... I saw... un accampamento abbandonato. I took some pictures. Maybe they can help?" Hunter's expression changed from curiosity to confusion. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked, his voice firm but polite. Isabella's words tumbled out again, faster this time, but Hunter's face only grew more perplexed. He held up a hand, and Isabella fell silent. "I'm sorry, miss. I don't speak Italian. Can you... um... write it down for me?" He pulled out a notebook and pen, looking at Isabella expectantly. Isabella's eyes darted around the café, as if searching for an interpreter. She took the pen and paper, hesitated for a moment, and then began to scribble furiously. Just as she finished writing, Hunter's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and apologized. "I have to take this, miss. Can you wait for a minute?" Isabella nodded, and Hunter stepped away to take the call. Here is the voice sheet: Isabella: