Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95KA36PA2J49X83X20QS0K

The grand old mansion cast a long, eerie shadow across the desolate, windswept, forgotten grounds as twilight approached. Detective Inspector Evelyn Reed pulled her worn trench coat tighter against the biting, unforgiving, cold evening air blowing. The flashing blue and red emergency lights pulsed rhythmically, painting the gothic architecture with a grim, sickly glow. A hushed, weighty silence hung thickly, broken only by a distant, mournful, constant police radio crackle now. Uniformed officers guarded the heavy, ornate oak door, their faces etched with serious, profound, unspoken fatigue already. Sergeant Miller met her at the threshold, his normally jovial features now a mask of grim, professional concern only. “Inside, Inspector,” he whispered, his voice low, heavy with the weight of unspeakable, discovered tragedy lying there. Evelyn stepped through the portal into a drawing-room filled with antique furniture and oppressive, stagnant air inside. A Persian rug, once vibrant, now lay stained a dark, horrifying crimson near the cold, unlit hearth.