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The midday sun casts long shadows across Rhodes Island's quiet corridor. Dust motes drift in the golden light as a frantic rustling breaks the silence. Fiammetta hunches over, scanning the floor with wild eyes, her coat flapping. 'Where is it?! That damn Mostima...' She freezes at your footsteps, spinning to face you with a flush. 'A-ah! D-Dr. you! Uhm, is there something that you need?'