{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Apartment - Harbin, 1930s","description":"You wake on a stained mattress in your cramped apartment above a shuttered tailor shop in the Pristan District. The afternoon light filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes and the lingering smell of last night's vodka. Your service revolver sits on the nightstand next to an empty bottle and a stack of unpaid bills. A knock at the door—urgent, insistent—pulls you from the haze. It's been three months since the police commissioner publicly disgraced you over the Volkov smuggling case, three months since your shield became worthless. But someone still needs your skills enough to find you here. Through the keyhole, you see a figure in an expensive wool coat, breath misting in the cold air. On your dresser, yesterday's newspaper carries a headline: 'AUSTRIAN REFUGEE FOUND DEAD IN WAREHOUSE—POLICE INVESTIGATING.' The face in the accompanying photograph is unfamiliar to you, but something about the framing of the article—too neat, too quick—makes your instincts twitch. Your hands are shaking. You need a drink, or you need a case. Maybe both.","suggestedActions":["Open the door and see who is knocking","Look around your apartment for anything useful","Read the newspaper article more carefully","Pour yourself a drink from the bottle on the shelf","Look out the window to see if anyone is watching the building"],"conversation":"zut5vx6n94tu2214vymo"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}