Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5T0CF6KFJD9284NQGMVPC

The fog clung thickly to the cobblestone streets below. A lone figure hurried past shuttered windows, head bowed low. The distant chime of midnight echoed through the empty square. A gloved hand pushed open the creaking door of number nine. Inside, the scent of old books mingled with something metallic. The desk lamp cast long shadows across the bloodstained rug. A silver letter opener lay discarded beside the lifeless body. The victim’s eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, frozen in shock. A single red rose rested on the mantel, petals freshly plucked. Footsteps retreated down the hall, fading into the night’s heavy silence.