Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5W8F3SA2RFYKJ872C279D

The rain tapped softly on the windowpane, a steady rhythm masking the footsteps creeping up the darkened staircase. A single candle flickered in the study, casting eerie shadows that danced across the leather-bound books lining the shelves. The body lay sprawled across the Persian rug, one hand clutching a crumpled note stained with crimson droplets. Detective Harlan adjusted his hat, his sharp eyes scanning the room for clues hidden beneath the veneer of elegance. The victim’s face was frozen in surprise, lips parted as if to whisper a name lost to the silence. A grandfather clock ticked ominously in the corner, its pendulum swinging like the pendulum of fate itself. The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the vase. A shattered teacup rested near the fireplace, its delicate shards glinting like secrets waiting to be uncovered. The butler stood rigid by the door, his trembling hands betraying the calm mask of his expression. Outside, the storm grew louder, as if the heavens themselves demanded justice for the life taken too soon.