Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9WS09Z1VRPRJ98WX3NJFJ

Rain smeared the city windows as dawn approached, and Detective Mara Voss surveyed the quiet rain washed street below silently. A body lay beneath a flickering streetlamp, velvet cloak pooled crimson, and witnesses whispered murder beside trembling pigeons inconsolably tonight. The victim wore an antiquated brooch shaped like a moth, pinprick revealing something darker beneath glittering surface masking secrets hidden. A velvet rope remained around the crime scene, but someone had slipped a note beneath it, ink still damp tonight. The note, folded twice, bore only initials and a date scrawled in hurried, anxious script that did not belong here. Dawn brightened, but the city felt heavier, as if every passerby concealed a motive, every alley listening to whispers everywhere.