Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ9316ZA45ZVT0YPTNG6TYZ

The old lighthouse stood alone against the darkening sky. Nobody had visited the island for nearly three weeks. Captain Morse discovered the body at half past six. Blood stained the wooden floor beneath the cracked window. His hands trembled as he reached for his radio. Static filled the air where a voice should be. The victim's eyes stared blankly toward the ceiling above. A single white rose lay beside her cold hand. Footprints in the dust led toward the spiral staircase. Someone had been here, and someone had left quickly.