{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Your Apartment - Morning of October 22nd, 1962","description":"You wake to the sound of car horns and distant sirens echoing through the streets of Havana. Sunlight filters through the jalousies of your modest one-bedroom apartment on Calle 23, casting striped shadows across the worn tile floor. The radio on your nightstand crackles with urgent Spanish—something about American warships and Soviet missiles, but your mind is still foggy with sleep.\n\nYour apartment is modest: a bed, a small desk cluttered with insurance forms, a dresser, and a sitting area with a single chair. On the desk, you notice something that makes your stomach tighten. Among yesterday's paperwork is a small manila envelope, unmarked, containing what appears to be a single frame of microfilm. You don't remember seeing it before.\n\nYour telephone sits silent on the wall. Your supervisor, Señor Delgado, was supposed to meet you yesterday to discuss some irregularities in claim processing. He never called.\n\nThe city outside sounds tense—more tense than usual. People hurry past on the street below. A military jeep rumbles by.\n\nWhat do you do?","suggestedActions":["Examine the mysterious manila envelope more closely","Turn on the radio to learn what is happening","Call your office to see if anyone has heard from Delgado","Get dressed and go to the office","Look around your apartment for any other unusual items"],"conversation":"20gpdv8teehg2plz62jh7b"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}