Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRWZN2WCQFCZG4G38G1TFS

Rain hammered the cobblestones as the town's clock struck midnight, casting shadows over the abandoned manor where secrets whispered quietly. Detective Mara entered, her trench coat dripping, noticing a shattered vase and a crimson stain spreading across the marble floor. A faint piano melody drifted from the attic, mingling with distant thunder, suggesting the killer's nervous rhythm in the darkness. The butler, trembling, whispered, 'Sir, the heirloom is missing,' eyes darting toward the locked study door and the shattered window. Mara examined the crimson trail, noting fresh footprints that vanished near the portrait of Lady Evelyn, eyes seeming to watch.