{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Lagos Airport - Arrival Hall","description":"You step out of the arrivals hall into the humid Lagos air, your leather suitcase heavy with books and research notes from your years abroad. The year is 1963, and Nigeria has been independent for only three years. The airport bustles with activity—businessmen in sharp suits hurry past, oil company logos emblazoned on their briefcases. A mix of colonial architecture and new construction surrounds you.\n\nYour uncle's letter is still fresh in your mind, its tone urgent despite the formal handwriting. The accidents at the oil fields near your childhood village have claimed three lives in the past month. Cave-ins. Equipment failures. Fires with no clear cause. The foreign companies blame poor maintenance. The village elders speak of something far older being disturbed.\n\nYou haven't been home in seven years. The weight of your education—your degrees in archaeology and geology from Oxford—sits uneasily with the memories of your grandmother's stories about the spirits of the Niger Delta, the Mami Wata and the earth keepers that your younger self both feared and cherished.\n\nA porter approaches, asking if you need transport. Taxis honk in the distance. You spot a well-dressed man in an American suit holding a sign with an oil company name. Your university friend Chioma is supposed to meet you here as well.\n\nWhat do you do?","suggestedActions":["Ask the porter about recent news from the Niger Delta oil fields","Attempt to find your friend Chioma in the crowd","Approach the man with the oil company sign to see what he wants","Head to the taxi stand and ask drivers about the village accidents"],"conversation":"npkqo6oj338d0p6pnz6o5v"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}