Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94JWWKRTK72E2A56BM9JPS

Rain lashed hard against the precinct window, drumming loudly. Detective Miles Harding usually worked through these late night hours. Tonight's urgent call felt different, strangely cold, truly unsettling. His old car sputtered, struggling down the flooded city street. The address finally appeared, an imposing old Victorian townhouse. Yellow crime tape already surrounded the perimeter, flapping loudly. Uniformed officers huddled near the porch, looking quite grim-faced. Sergeant Miller met him quickly, rain dripping from his hat. "Another one, boss," Miller said, voice heavy with concern. Miles nodded slowly, pushing open the imposing heavy front door. The foyer was grand, but smelled distinctly of something metallic. A single spotlight illuminated the victim, lying very, very still. Lady Eleanor Vance lay sprawled upon the priceless marble floor. Her silken nightgown stained a deep, horrifying crimson color now. A silver letter opener rested beside her, glinting most wickedly. Miles felt the familiar icy dread grip his weary heart. Another ghost joined the countless others in this dark, cold city.