{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Apartment - Early Morning","description":"You wake in your small apartment above the shuttered bookstore on Kaito Street. Winter light filters through frosted windows. The room smells of strong green tea and something else—something you can't quite place. Your desk is cluttered with old case files, newspaper clippings, and handwritten notes in your own fading handwriting. Some pages are dated from decades ago. Others... you don't remember writing them at all.\n\nOutside, the coastal town of Shikaku is almost silent. Snow blankets the empty streets. A few fishing boats sit frozen in the harbor, their hulls cracking under the weight of ice. You can see perhaps three other houses with smoke rising from their chimneys. The rest stand dark and abandoned.\n\nYour hands tremble slightly as you reach for your tea. Was there something you needed to do today? The thought dissolves like mist before you can grasp it. But there's a feeling—deep and urgent—that something is wrong in Shikaku. Something that echoes from long ago.\n\nOn your table, you notice the answering machine blinking. Seven messages. You don't remember listening to them.","suggestedActions":["Listen to the answering machine messages","Examine the case files on your desk","Look out the window at the town","Make tea and try to clear your mind","Check the calendar to see what day it is"],"conversation":"0sjhfyd4osoir9ajyyyjris"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}