{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Office - Badagry Insurance Group","description":"You sit at your desk in the cramped third-floor office of Badagry Insurance Group, a mid-tier firm nestled in the bustling Ikoyi district of Lagos. The year is 1976. Your desk is buried under stacks of manila folders, carbon copies, and handwritten ledgers. A ceiling fan creaks overhead, doing little to combat the humid West African heat that seeps through the grimy windows. The file in front of you is labeled 'Claim #7741 - Okonkwo Textiles Warehouse Fire.' It should be straightforward, but something feels wrong.\n\nYour telephone sits to your right, its black Bakelite surface worn from use. You've noticed lately that when you pick up the receiver, there's a distinct clicking sound before the dial tone—a clicking that shouldn't be there. It makes your stomach tighten.\n\nIn the corner of your office, you notice a memo pinned to the bulletin board about three previous claims investigators. Two have 'transferred to other departments.' One simply 'resigned suddenly.' All three had been looking into similar textile warehouse claims over the past eighteen months.\n\nYour desk lamp flickers. Outside your office door, you can hear the usual sounds of the office: typewriters clacking, voices murmuring in Yoruba and English, the shuffle of bureaucratic routine.","suggestedActions":["Examine the contents of Claim #7741 more carefully","Review the files on the previous investigators who are no longer here","Listen to your telephone for signs of tapping","Leave your office and investigate other parts of the building"],"conversation":"5xydcfpe4sonntli1kyw48"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}