{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Office - Rue Royale, Port-au-Prince","description":"The humid air hangs thick in your modest office on Rue Royale. A ceiling fan, powered by a ceiling pulley system, struggles against the oppressive heat of the Caribbean afternoon. Your desk is cluttered with case files, a bottle of rum, and a revolver you hope never to use. Through the jalousie blinds, you can see the bustling streets of Port-au-Prince below—merchants hawking their wares, dock workers moving cargo, and soldiers patrolling in their worn uniforms.\n\nYou've been a private inquiry agent for seven years now, ever since you found yourself unwelcome in the official police force. Your mixed heritage and your refusal to play politics made you unsuitable for their ranks, but it's made you invaluable to those with problems the authorities won't touch.\n\nThis morning, a widow in mourning dress arrived at your door. Madame Céleste Douceur, wife of the recently deceased merchant Étienne Douceur, offered you a substantial sum to locate her husband's business ledger—apparently lost or stolen during the chaos surrounding his death three weeks ago. You accepted the case.\n\nBut now, as the afternoon wears on, three more clients have arrived, one after another, each asking for the same ledger. Each representing forces you'd prefer not to cross. The tension in your office has become almost visible, like heat shimmer rising from the street below.\n\nYour appointment book sits open on your desk. All four clients are waiting.","suggestedActions":["Interview Madame Douceur, the widow who hired you this morning","Speak with the Vodou houngan about why he seeks the ledger","Listen to the French diplomatic attaché's request","Meet with the representative of the secret society","Search your office for any clues about the missing ledger"],"conversation":"jooaloiwxrt9rknuic21s"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}