Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8FM0CD6QQFBM7BJDTES4E

The grand ballroom glows with candlelight as whispers fill the air tonight, Each guest’s smile hides secrets, sharp as daggers left unsheathed tonight. A clock ticks loudly, its chime marking midnight’s edge so near, Where shadows stretch long and secrets dance beneath the flickering glare. The hostess’s laughter echoes, but her eyes betray a silent dread, As guests move in eerie patterns, none quite knowing what they’ve said. A single key turns in a lock, its rustle like a whispered threat, While the air grows thick with tension, each breath a fragile, deadly feat. The first murderer steps forward, their presence a storm gathering tight, A storm that will soon consume all who dare to linger in this night.