Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ9559W31DQQQFBJ3T16V8MK

The old manor loomed, silhouetted against a bruised sky. Rain lashed windows, mournfully drumming a relentless, chilling rhythm. Reginald “Reggie” Finch shivered, pulling his worn coat tighter. He hated these late-night calls to Lord Ashworth. The heavy oak door creaked open, uninvited, unlocked. A draft, icy and unwelcome, swept through the hall. Reggie stepped inside, heart thumping an uneasy cadence. Darkness clung everywhere, swallowing all familiar shapes whole. Then he saw it, slumped beside a grand armchair. Lord Ashworth lay still, blood staining his white shirt crimson. A priceless ancient letter opener rested firmly within his chest. Reggie gasped, the horrific sight stealing his very breath. Silent terror gripped him fast, a cold, hard fist. He knew immediately: a terrible, calculated murder had occurred.