{"type":"location","location":{"title":"Interrogation Room 7, Basement Level - Ministry of Interior Affairs","description":"The fluorescent lights hum with a sickly pallor, casting everything in shades of grey and institutional beige. You are seated across a metal table, scarred by decades of nervous fingers and the occasional coffee cup ring. The chair beneath you is uncomfortable by design. Behind you, a single door—marked only with a faded number 7—leads back out into the corridor. The woman across from you sits with her hands folded, dark eyes moving between you and the small tape recorder spinning slowly on the table between you. She is thin, perhaps malnourished, wearing clothes that don't quite match any known Eastern Bloc fashion. A file folder rests at your elbow, marked CASE 447-B in red ink. Outside the reinforced window at ceiling height, you can just make out the concrete brutalism of the city's administrative district rising against an overcast sky. Your supervisor's words from this morning echo: *'We need you to determine if she's genuine or if this is the most elaborate plant we've ever seen.'* The defector watches you, waiting. The tape recorder clicks softly. It is your move.","suggestedActions":["Begin the interrogation by asking her about her origins and the country she claims to be from","Examine the file folder for background information before speaking","Study her demeanor and appearance more carefully for signs of deception or distress","Ask her about the currency she was carrying when detained"],"conversation":"d2qru4156xohlk7826xkwd"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}