Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG2FZYYKWXZT4CJQ9DSQ26

Rain lashed against the library windows,a tempest's fury unleashed. Detective Vance pushed open the heavy oak door, rain slicking his trench coat. Inside, the scent of old paper and dust hung thick in the air. A body lay sprawled on the polished oak floor, a candlestick clutched tight. Vance knelt, his flashlight beam cutting through the gloom. The victim wore a fine, dark suit, face pale beneath the rain's assault. A single, elegant note rested beside the candlestick, its message cryptic. Vance's gaze swept the room, searching for clues, any sign. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes. A large, ornate desk dominated the far corner of the room. Vance noticed a faint smudge on the mahogany surface. He picked up the candlestick, its weight reassuring. The note read: "The truth lies where the candle burned brightest." Vance frowned, the riddle puzzling him deeply. He turned back to the body, searching for more evidence. The victim's hands were clenched, fingers digging into the floor. Vance spotted a small, hidden compartment in the desk drawer. He opened it, finding a single, faded photograph. The image showed two people, smiling, decades ago. Vance pocketed the photo, the mystery deepening. He knew the storm outside mirrored the chaos within. The game was afoot, the killer still hidden.