{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Deck of the SS Prometheus","description":"You stand on the weathered teak deck of the SS Prometheus, a steam-powered river barge that has seen better days. The air is thick and humid, clinging to your skin like a living thing. Around you, the Congo River stretches wide and dark, its surface occasionally broken by something large moving beneath. The jungle presses in from both banks—a wall of green so dense it seems to swallow light itself.\n\nThe ship's engines rumble beneath your feet, a rhythmic throb that has become the heartbeat of your existence these past weeks. Smoke curls from the twin funnels, disappearing into the oppressive canopy above. Your crew moves about their duties with an unusual quietness. The mercenaries avoid eye contact. The local guides mutter in languages you don't understand, throwing glances toward the cargo hold.\n\nIt started three nights ago—that low humming sound emanating from below deck. At first, you thought it was the engines. But the engineers swear it's not. The sound seems to pulse with an almost organic rhythm, and it grows louder each night.\n\nDr. Marchand, the French botanist, was sketching orchids near the rail this morning when you caught her staring at the cargo hatch with an expression you couldn't quite read. Fear? Recognition? Something else entirely?\n\nThe river bends ahead, and you can see smoke rising from what might be a village in the distance.","suggestedActions":["Descend to the cargo hold to investigate the sarcophagus","Question Dr. Marchand about what she knows","Speak with Captain Okafor at the helm","Inspect the crew quarters to gauge morale","Head toward the bow to get a better view of the river ahead"],"conversation":"yfhmpyad3bamrogrgcvlpk"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}