Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ25631JGXWM5EBQMV0PMA

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, trembling shadows everywhere. A distant church bell tolled midnight, its mournful chime echoing through the air. The figure paused beneath a crumbling stone archway, breath ragged and uneven. A sudden scream shattered the silence, piercing the thick, damp night. Footsteps pounded on the wet pavement, growing louder with each passing second. The figure turned sharply, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. A gloved hand reached out, gripping the satchel with cold, unyielding force. The last thing the figure saw was a blade glinting in the lamplight.