Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VFTNQ1YQ4H528B774V62D

The body lay crumpled beneath the ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches casting long dark shadows across the damp lawn. Detective Clara Marsh stepped out of her black sedan and studied the scene with the weary eyes of a veteran. She had seen dozens of crime scenes before, but something about this one made her stomach twist with cold dread. The victim was a young woman in a red dress, her pale fingers still clutching a torn envelope with desperation. Rain began to fall in thin silver threads, threatening to wash away whatever evidence the killer had carelessly left behind. A uniformed officer approached her, his face pale and drawn, clearly shaken by what he had discovered only minutes earlier. He told her the groundskeeper found the body at dawn while making his usual rounds through the sprawling Montgomery estate. Clara knelt beside the woman and noticed a single word written in lipstick on the inside of her left wrist. The word was "remember," and it sent a chill racing down her spine like a whisper from the dead itself. Clara stood slowly, scanning the tree line where the dark woods bordered the estate, sensing that someone was watching her. This was not a random killing, she thought, pulling her coat tighter against the bitter wind sweeping across the grounds. Whoever did this wanted the body found here, wanted it displayed like a message only the right person could read. Clara pulled out her notebook, clicked her pen, and made a silent promise to the dead woman lying before her. She would find the killer, no matter how deep the secrets ran or how powerful the people protecting them were.