Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7JPM4EVAQDX6KZ9JBFDXD

Rain lashed the windows, a frantic, mournful, rhythmic patter outside. Lord Ashworth lay still upon the Persian rug below. A single crimson stain bloomed outward, darkening the intricate design. Inspector Davies surveyed the scene, his expression grim and thoughtful. The grand library felt cold despite the roaring fireplace within. Lady Ashworth wept quietly, clutching a delicate porcelain teacup. Servants whispered nervously, huddled together near the mahogany doorway. A priceless antique clock ticked slowly, marking the dreadful hour. Everything seemed ordinary moments before the shocking, brutal discovery. Something was amiss even beyond the obvious tragedy’s stark presence.