{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Harbor at Dawn","description":"You open your eyes to the sound of seagulls and the smell of salt water. Your head throbs with a dull ache as you sit up on a wooden bench overlooking a small fishing harbor. The morning mist clings to the water, obscuring the far shore. Around you, weathered fishing boats bob gently in their moorings. A few cottages with red-tiled roofs line the harbor's edge, their windows dark and unwelcoming. To your north, a narrow cobblestone street winds upward into the village proper. A faded sign nearby reads \"VELKOMMEN TIL ALVSTAD\" in peeling white paint. You check your pockets: your wallet, keys, and a passport with a fresh stamp from \"Alvstad\" dated three days ago—a town you don't recognize. Your rental car is nowhere to be found. An elderly man in rubber boots stands nearby mending a net. He glances at you with an expression that is polite, but somehow... calculated. You feel as though something is very wrong.","suggestedActions":["Question the elderly fisherman about the town and your arrival","Walk up the cobblestone street into the village","Search the immediate area for clues or your rental car","Examine your passport more closely"],"conversation":"p4au9lcfj4ot9raoj65ps"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}