Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAVNJ0DV3MHR0W0MMXGRAA

Rain lashed against the tall, gothic windows of Blackwood Manor, mirroring the turmoil within its ancient stone walls tonight. Lord Ashworth lay sprawled upon the Persian rug, a crimson stain blossoming across his exquisitely tailored smoking jacket. Detective Inspector Davies arrived, his weathered face grim as he surveyed the lavish, yet unsettlingly silent, drawing-room scene. A single, antique music box tinkled a mournful melody, seemingly oblivious to the grim reality unfolding around everyone present. Lady Ashworth sobbed hysterically near the fireplace, clutching a delicate lace handkerchief to her pale and trembling hands immediately. The staff stood frozen, their faces etched with a mixture of shock, fear, and a carefully concealed apprehension already. Mr. Finch, the stoic butler, maintained an unnerving composure, offering Davies a glass of aged brandy with practiced grace. A faint scent of almonds hung in the air, subtly clashing with the rich aroma of beeswax polish and dying embers now. Examining the victim’s hand, Davies noticed a peculiar playing card—the Queen of Spades—clutched tightly within his grasp. He wondered if this symbolic gesture provided a crucial clue, or was merely a macabre, meaningless detail to consider.