Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W94M3DZN596GTPSRS8HGJ

An ancient clock struck midnight inside the deserted, sprawling manor. A single figure moved through the shadowy, silent hallways upstairs. The only sound was a distant, ominous drip of water. Then a sudden, choked gasp echoed from the master bedroom. Lord Blackwood lay still on the floor, a knife protruding. Dark blood stained the Persian rug beneath his cold body. A shattered crystal glass gleamed near his outstretched, lifeless hand. But the room's single window was locked firmly from within. Detective Miller observed the scene with a sharp, analytical gaze. Everyone in the house had both motive and opportunity, however.