Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB1WNGCGD1024GQD3D9SYP

Rain stitched the cobblestones as midnight swallowed Harrowgate's narrow lanes. Detective Mara Vale arrived, coat dripping, eyes sharp, silent tonight. A lantern swung outside Bellamy Manor, casting nervous shadows inward. The butler waited at the door, hands trembling slightly still. Inside, guests whispered around champagne, avoiding the upstairs corridor entirely. Somewhere above, a music box played, then abruptly stopped dead. Mara climbed slowly, counting steps, listening for breath or lies. At the landing, crimson seeped beneath the study's locked door. She knelt, smelled iron, and heard someone weeping behind curtains. When the key turned, Lord Bellamy lay smiling, throat opened. On his desk, a note read: 'Trust no one here'. Mara pocketed it, knowing the killer watched from darkness nearby.