{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Cramped Cipher Clerk's Office","description":"You sit in a small, windowless room on the third floor of the Soviet Embassy in Havana. The walls are painted an institutional gray, and a single bare lightbulb casts harsh shadows across your desk. Your typewriter sits before you, alongside stacks of encrypted cables waiting to be decoded. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the weight of October heat. Through the thin walls, you can hear muffled conversations in Russian from adjacent offices—voices that rise and fall with tension.\n\nIt is October 24th, 1962. Radio broadcasts speak of American ships moving toward Cuba. Everyone in the embassy knows what this means.\n\nYour hands still tremble from what you discovered an hour ago while decoding a routine transmission. Buried within the Soviet naval cipher was a fragment—just a few words—that doesn't belong. Words that suggest someone else is pulling strings. Someone who wants this crisis to escalate.\n\nYou must decide what to do with this knowledge. But first, you need to understand what you've found.","suggestedActions":["Examine the encrypted message more closely on your desk","Step into the hallway to observe who else is in the embassy","Lock your office door and review your notes","Visit the break room to listen to what others are saying"],"conversation":"6muknnn9d6j7uesgu0ucw9"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}