{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Lagos Police Detective Bureau - Evening, 1964","description":"You are Detective Kofi Mensah, and you sit at your desk in the Lagos Police Detective Bureau as the sun sets over the lagoon outside your window. The humid air carries the sounds of the city settling into evening—car horns, distant music, the calls of street vendors closing their stalls. Your desk is cluttered with case files and a freshly brewed cup of tea, now lukewarm.\n\nInspector Adeyemi approaches with a grim expression, holding a folder. 'We have a problem,' he says, setting it before you. 'Three major thefts in the past month. A Benin bronze from the National Museum here in Lagos. A Yoruba ancestral mask from a collector in Ibadan. Gold weights from a private collection in Accra.' He taps the folder. 'But here's what troubles me—they've left notes. In some old script we can't read. And red earth. Dust from places that shouldn't exist anymore.'\n\nInspector Adeyemi stands waiting for your response, the weight of the case hanging in the air between you.","suggestedActions":["Open the folder and examine the stolen items more closely","Ask Inspector Adeyemi about the cryptic notes left at the crime scenes","Inquire about the red earth found at each theft location","Request to visit the first crime scene at the National Museum"],"conversation":"le2mzyra9ua1woxc5nr4mf"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}