Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK95SHC12X9WNE27MQTQJ62

Rain stitched silver lines across Harrowgate Station's cracked glass roof. Detective Mara Lyle arrived late, carrying yesterday's unsolved headlines folded. On platform three, the body lay arranged with unnatural precision. Commuters pressed backward, clutching umbrellas like shields against contagious misfortune. The stationmaster's whistle trembled, refusing duty, dangling from shaking fingers. Mara knelt beside the corpse, avoiding smeared chalk directional arrows. Someone had traced messages around him, letters looping through puddles. They glowed faintly beneath emergency lights, spelling nothing yet unsettling. The victim wore evening clothes unsuited for dawn's commuter train. A red carnation decorated his lapel, petals crisp despite weather. No blood marred the flower; everything else seemed meticulously ruined. Ticket inspector Holloway cleared his throat, words marching out reluctantly. "He arrived alone, Detective, bought return fare, never boarded anything." Mara studied Holloway's eyes, finding lies carefully tidied away somewhere. Somewhere behind announcements, a child laughed, bright and inappropriate here. The sound skittered across tracks, chased off by distant thunder. She checked the corpse's pockets, finding only sugar packets, receipts. Each receipt bore identical time stamps, different vendors, same signature. The signature matched the chalk letters curving sorrowfully around him. Behind Mara, platform speakers crackled, announcing a delay for investigations. Travelers groaned, yet nobody complained about sharing space with death. They only watched Mara, silently appointing her keeper of explanations. Rain thickened outside, turning station windows into mirrors of suspicion. Mara's reflection met the dead man's, neither offering helpful answers.