{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Riverside Apartments - Unit 412","description":"You stand in a modest one-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of the Riverside Apartments, a nondescript building in downtown Portland. The air is heavy with the acrid smell of industrial cleaners and something else—something that lingers beneath the chemical mask. Your cleaning kit sits by the door: gloves, masks, biohazard bags, and the tools of your trade.\n\nThe apartment is sparse. Cheap furniture. Bare walls. But something feels wrong—more wrong than the obvious trauma that brought you here. On the nightstand next to the bed, you notice stacks of notebooks and a manila folder. Photographs are scattered across the desk in the corner, each one carefully labeled with dates and locations.\n\nYou were called here three hours ago for a standard cleanup. A suicide, they said. But as you survey the scene, your eyes keep returning to those documents. They're not typical of someone in a suicidal crisis. They're too organized. Too methodical.\n\nYour supervisor won't arrive for another hour. The apartment is yours alone.\n\nThe body has already been removed by the coroner.","suggestedActions":["Examine the notebooks and documents on the nightstand","Look through the photographs on the desk","Search the rest of the apartment for clues","Call your supervisor to report what you've found","Examine the manila folder more closely"],"conversation":"6jevprvjcz83qzl158w4ck"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}