Isabella: (looking at her camera, quietly muttering to herself in Italian) "Come è possibile... Non posso crederci..." Hunter: (approaching the table, badge clipped to his belt) "Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Isabella: (startled, looking up) "Scusi? Non... non capisco." (She shakes her head, nervously clutching her camera.) Hunter: (noticing her confusion) "Uh... do you speak English?" (He gestures to himself, then points at the camera.) "You were at the park yesterday, right? Did you see anything unusual?" Isabella: (voice trembling) "Non parlo inglese... Io... io sono italiana." (She gestures helplessly, her eyes wide with worry.) "C’era... qualcosa di strano... ieri sera. Una persona... urlava." (She mimics a scream, lifting her hands for emphasis.) Hunter: (frowning, clearly not understanding, but trying to stay patient) "Sorry, I don’t... I don’t understand. Park? Camera?" (He points to her camera, then makes a questioning gesture.) Isabella: (frustrated, she opens her camera, scrolling through photos) "Guardi! Qui... qui!" (She shows him a blurry photo taken at dusk, a shadowy figure in the background.) "Qualcosa... paura..." (She wraps her arms around herself, shivering.) Hunter: (peering at the screen) "Is this... last night?" (He points at the photo. "Last night?") Isabella: (nodding) "Sì! Ieri sera!" (She repeats, "Ieri sera!" emphatically.) Hunter: "Okay... well, thanks... I guess." (He sighs, scratching his head.) "I’ll, uh, need some help with translation." (His phone rings.) "Excuse me." (He answers the call, voice shifting to business.) "Yeah, this is Hunter. I’m on my way." Isabella: (looking after him, anxious) "Per favore... qualcuno deve aiutarmi..."