Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VVMX6YPGGJ52AP2KD0MJ5

The grand library lay silent, shrouded by midnight snow and shadows, when the first terrible scream shattered the peaceful evening. Everyone in the old mansion froze, then rushed toward the awful source, finding Sir Reginald quite dead in his leather armchair. A single bullet hole marred his forehead, while a mysterious handwritten letter rested in his limp, pale, cold right hand. The sealed envelope bore no name, but its contents would expose many deadly secrets to every remaining shocked guest downstairs. Outside, the relentless howling blizzard very effectively trapped all possible suspects within the isolated, snowbound estate's formidable ancient stone walls.