Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPK14QC7M5MNZJPE2TR368

The rain drummed softly against the cobblestone streets that night. A lone figure hurried through the mist, clutching a worn leather satchel. The gas lamps flickered weakly, casting long, dancing shadows everywhere. A sudden scream shattered the quiet, sending chills down every spine. Footsteps echoed in the alley, growing louder with each frantic heartbeat. The body lay sprawled across the damp pavement, eyes wide open. A silver dagger glinted beside the victim, its blade still gleaming. Detective Holloway arrived, his sharp gaze scanning the gruesome scene. The victim’s pocket held a torn note with a single word. "Guilty," it read, written in a shaky, unfamiliar hand.