Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF6A1WAWP7V2ZYDX2DK0QH

The body layin the library, a place of quiet study, now stained with crimson, a stark contrast to the dusty shelves. Detective Aris Thorne arrived, his trench coat flapping in the sudden chill. A witness, a young woman with wide eyes, pointed towards the closed study door. "He was here just moments before," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He looked... disturbed, angry." A figure emerged from the shadows near the fireplace, tall and gaunt, their face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. "I heard a scream," the figure stated, their voice low and gravelly. "I came running when I saw the light on." Aris knelt beside the body, noting the precise angle of the wound. "This wasn't an accident," he murmured, his eyes scanning the room. "Someone meant to kill him." He picked up a discarded book, its pages torn, revealing a hidden compartment. "What was he hiding?" he asked the witness, his gaze sharp. "Only secrets," she replied, her eyes darting nervously. "He was always secretive." The figure stepped closer, their presence unsettling. "Secrets can be dangerous," they said, their words hanging heavy in the air. Aris straightened, his mind racing. "Then someone thought this secret was worth killing for." He turned to the figure, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" The figure hesitated, then offered a thin smile. "Just a concerned citizen," they replied, vanishing into the gloom. Aris stared after them, the mystery deepening with every passing second.