{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Front Porch - Early Morning, Tuesday","description":"You stand on the weathered wooden porch of your modest home on Elm Street, your postal service uniform crisp and ready for another day. The morning is cool and gray—typical for October in 1950s Millbrook. Your postal bag sits heavy at your feet, already packed with the day's deliveries. But something feels odd today. As you review the stack of letters, you notice three envelopes postmarked for November 15th—nearly two weeks in the future. The ink is fresh, the stamps are current issue, and the addresses are definitely for homes on your regular route. One letter is addressed to Mrs. Henderson at 42 Oak Street, another to the pharmacist, Tom Whitmore, and a third bears only the name 'YOU' in shaky handwriting. Your hands feel cold despite the mild weather. The street is quiet—too quiet for a Tuesday morning. A few houses down, you see old Mr. Keaton sweeping his porch, watching you with unusual intensity. Your job is simple. It has always been simple. But these letters... something is very wrong.","suggestedActions":["Open the letter addressed to you","Examine the postmark more carefully for any inconsistencies","Check the other two future-dated letters","Head to the post office and ask your supervisor about the letters","Walk toward Mr. Keaton and ask if he's seen anything unusual"],"conversation":"w0ge2ikm8f9k40jhqye1"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}