{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Harbor - Early Morning","description":"You open your eyes to the sound of seagulls and the smell of salt water. Your head throbs with a dull ache you can't quite place. You're lying on a weathered wooden bench facing a small harbor, your clothes damp with morning dew. The sun is just beginning to rise over the gray Norwegian sea, casting long shadows across the empty dock.\n\nTo your left, a cluster of modest fishing boats bob gently in the water. To your right, the village proper—a handful of low stone and wooden buildings—sits nestled against rolling hills covered in sparse vegetation. A narrow road leads inland from the harbor, disappearing between the buildings.\n\nYou pat your pockets frantically. Your wallet is still there. Your keys are gone. Your watch reads 6:47 AM, but you have no memory of how you got here or why you're sleeping on a bench. The last thing you remember clearly is checking into your hotel three days ago. Everything after that is fog.\n\nA few villagers are beginning to emerge from their homes, moving about their morning routines. They glance in your direction occasionally, their expressions neutral and polite—too polite, somehow.","suggestedActions":["Stand up and look around for your rental car","Approach one of the villagers and ask them what day it is","Walk toward the village buildings to find help","Search your pockets for clues about the past three days","Examine the bench and immediate area for anything you might have dropped"],"conversation":"7m32fo1fgduxv06bq5wvl"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}