{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Prompter's Box, Grand Opera House Vienna","description":"You sit in the cramped prompter's box, a narrow booth built into the stage left wing. The red velvet curtain looms before you, muffling the sounds of the orchestra tuning in the pit below. Oil lamps flicker, casting dancing shadows across the worn promptbook in your lap. The libretto for tonight's premiere—'The Clockmaker's Last Aria'—is bound in black leather, its pages yellowed and brittle. Above, you hear the distant murmur of the packed house beyond the curtain: Vienna's most influential families, diplomats, military officers. The air is thick with anticipation... and something else you cannot quite name.\n\nAs you review your notes one final time, a hand brushes against your jacket. You spin, but see only the passing figure of a stagehand disappearing into the shadows. Your pocket feels heavier than before. When you reach inside, your fingers find a folded scrap of paper among the usual coins and lint. Your heart quickens. The orchestra strikes the opening chord.","suggestedActions":["Read the note that was slipped into your pocket","Examine the libretto more carefully before the curtain rises","Look around the prompter's box for anything unusual","Peer through the curtain to observe the audience","Check the clock—how much time until the curtain rises?"],"conversation":"lwdv336ukxmz555bvqg1"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}