Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ93J1Q5QVM5MTMQJ84SNA7

The old lighthouse stood alone on the cliff, its beam cutting through the thick, suffocating fog below. Detective Clara Marsh arrived at the scene just as the sun began its slow, reluctant rise above the horizon. She stepped carefully over the yellow tape, her boots crunching on the wet gravel path leading inside. The body of renowned art collector Edmund Price lay sprawled across the cold, unforgiving stone floor within. His eyes were wide open, staring at nothing, frozen in an expression that suggested profound and terrible surprise. A single red rose had been placed delicately on his chest, its petals still impossibly, disturbingly fresh. Clara crouched down beside him, pulling on her gloves, studying every small detail with her sharp, practiced eyes. The lighthouse keeper, an old man named Silas, stood trembling in the corner, clutching his weathered cap tightly. He claimed he had found the body at midnight, though something about his story felt deeply and profoundly wrong. Clara stood up slowly, surveying the circular room, knowing with grim certainty that nothing here was accidental at all.