Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB5815NAZJXNJH9EYGQ5DT

Rain hammered the cobblestones as Detective Marlowe arrived at midnight. A crowd clustered behind yellow tape, breathing nervous, damp air. On the riverbank, a body lay pale beneath the gaslight. Her dress was torn, pearl necklace buried in cold mud. No footprints led directly away, only a smudge of crimson. Detective Marlowe crouched, eyes narrow, calculating the impossible sequence backwards. The coroner lit a cigarette, studying the small, precise wound. Someone whispered the name 'Evelyn' and the crowd inhaled sharply. Marlowe remembered a photograph: Evelyn smiling at a summer party. There would be lies, alibis, and secrets buried under wallpaper.