{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Apartment - Ikoyi, Lagos","description":"You sit in your modest but well-appointed apartment overlooking the lagoon, the afternoon heat pressing against the windows. Framed photographs line the walls—carefully curated evidence of a life you've constructed over the past five years. Marcus Okafor. Import-export businessman. Respectable. Forgettable. The afternoon light casts long shadows across your living room as you sip cold star beer, trying to convince yourself that this quiet life is enough.\n\nThen there's the knock at your door. Three deliberate taps. Your hand instinctively moves toward the lockbox beneath the floorboards—old habits die hard.\n\nOutside, you can hear the Lagos traffic, the distant hawkers, the usual urban symphony. But something about this knock feels different. Intentional. Like someone who knows exactly who you are, and who you used to be.\n\nThe knock comes again. Waiting.","suggestedActions":["Answer the door","Look through the peephole first","Wait silently and listen","Check the lockbox beneath the floorboards","Slip out the back entrance"],"conversation":"bnqr8ugcasfb2zm68hs7z"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}