Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W6GX4TFE7NKANNBNF5GS2

The rain had been falling steadily all through the long and bitterly cold night over the quiet town of Crestwood. Someone had called it in at precisely half past two, just a panicked voice reporting that there was a body. Detective Clara Finch was the first to arrive at the scene, her headlights cutting through the heavy curtain of rain. She stepped out of her car and immediately felt the cold bite of the wind against her pale tired face. The Hargrove mansion rose up behind the iron gates like something pulled directly from a very unpleasant and disturbing dream. A young uniformed officer stood at the front door, his face washed gray and his boots sunk in cold mud. Deep inside the grand entrance hall, and beneath a shattered crystal chandelier, lay the still body of Lord Edmund Hargrove. His arms were spread wide, his eyes fixed open toward the ceiling above, his mouth frozen in a silent scream. Clara had seen many crime scenes in her twelve years on the force, but none had ever felt like this. She pulled on her gloves and stepped closer, knowing already that this case would haunt her for many long years.