-- Playbook seed dataINSERT INTO `Sections` (`Id`, `StoryText`, `Choice1Text`, `Choice1Next`, `Choice2Text`, `Choice2Next`) VALUES(1, 'You wake with a start in a dim forest clearing. Mist clings to the damp earth and the trees press close on all sides. Slowly the events of the night before return to you — the carriage, the storm, the wheel shattering on the bridge. You are alone. To the east, a narrow path cuts through the ferns. To the north, the sound of rushing water drifts through the trees.', 'Take the eastern path', 2, 'Follow the sound of water north', 3),(2, 'The path winds uphill for half a mile before opening onto a clearing. An old stone cottage sits at its centre, smoke curling lazily from the chimney. Warm amber light glows in the window. Beside the door a lantern sways in the breeze.', 'Knock on the door', 4, 'Check the barn behind the cottage first', 5),(3, 'You push through the undergrowth and reach the bank of a wide, fast-moving river. Lashed to a mossy post is a small wooden boat with a single oar. Upstream, a line of flat stepping stones breaks the surface where the water runs shallow.', 'Take the boat downstream', 6, 'Cross on the stepping stones', 7),(4, 'A kind old woman opens the door and studies your face. "I thought you might come," she says, and ushers you inside. Over warm broth she tells you of the road ahead — and presses a hand-drawn map into your palm. By morning you are fed, rested, and pointed in the right direction.', 'Follow the map and continue your journey', 8, NULL, NULL),(5, 'The barn door hangs open on a broken hinge. Inside, lantern light catches the gleam of a horse''s eye — and then a figure rises from behind the hay bales. A rider, cloaked and armed. "This is not your concern," he says quietly, blocking your path.', 'Stand your ground and demand answers', 9, 'Back away and knock on the cottage door instead', 4),(6, 'The current pulls you swiftly around a wide bend. Ahead the river narrows and the water turns white. Too late, you hear the roar of the waterfall. The boat tips, and the cold river takes you.', NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL),(7, 'The stepping stones hold. Cold water rushes around your ankles but you reach the far bank safely. A road runs along the ridge above the treeline. Within the hour you flag down a passing cart.', 'Continue along the road', 8, NULL, NULL),(8, 'The road carries you out of the forest by noon. You find help in the first village, send word home, and are back among familiar faces before the week is out. Whatever darkness lurked in those woods, it has no hold on you now.', NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL),(9, 'The confrontation turns ugly. The rider is not alone. You are outnumbered and outmatched. By the time the morning mist lifts, any hope of finding your way home has slipped away with it.', NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL);