Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM62DB6M28AD8HMVYXT2TFS

The grand oak doors creaked open, revealing the dimly lit library where shadows danced along the ancient bookshelves. Detective Clara Hayes stepped inside, her polished shoes echoing softly against the marble floor, as she surveyed the scene with sharp, calculating eyes. A body lay sprawled near the fireplace, a crimson stain spreading across the once-pristine Persian rug, silent testament to the violence that had unfolded. The victim, a man in his late forties, wore a tailored suit now crumpled and torn, his face frozen in an expression of surprise. Clara knelt beside him, her gloved fingers brushing against a silver letter opener lodged deep within his chest, its intricate design gleaming faintly in the firelight. The air smelled of smoke and something metallic, mingling with the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering on the victim’s collar. A shattered teacup lay nearby, its delicate porcelain fragments scattered across the floor, dark liquid pooling around them like spilled secrets. Clara’s gaze drifted to the mahogany desk, where a half-written letter sat untouched, the ink still fresh, the pen discarded hastily beside it. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant ticking of a clock, its rhythmic cadence marking the passage of irretrievable time. Clara stood, her mind racing as she began to piece together the fragments of a puzzle shrouded in shadows and deceit.