Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WMZBCQDZJ7CH5NQC6KN2C

The old Blackwood Manor was silent on that dark evening. Rain hammered the tall windows like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the guests had gathered for the annual dinner party. Then someone opened the library door and began to scream. Lord Ashworth lay dead across his grand mahogany writing desk. A thin ivory letter knife was buried in his back. Detective Clara Marsh arrived within the hour, soaking and grim. She surveyed the room with her sharp, calculating gray eyes. Everyone in the manor had a reason to hate him. Only one of them, however, had finally acted upon it.