Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8YS41TNW37ZSH68XJJEWC

Rain lashed against the manor’s darkened windows with fierce power. Lord Ashworth lay sprawled upon the Persian rug, quite still. A single crimson stain blossomed across his tailored smoking jacket. Detective Davies arrived, grim faced, pushing through the heavy oak door. Constable Miller nervously adjusted his cap, looking pale and shaken. The grand library smelled of old paper and bitter almonds. Lady Ashworth wept dramatically, clutching a delicate lace handkerchief. Footprints marred the polished floor, leading towards the French windows. An overturned chessboard hinted at a struggle before the final blow. Silence descended, broken only by the storm’s relentless, wild fury.