Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95WZZ5DGCK5RM49C2969KH

The wind howled its mournful song around Blackwood Manor, rattling ancient panes of cold, leaded glass. Rain lashed against the stone walls with relentless fury, mirroring the dark mood within the sprawling estate. Mrs. Albright, the long-serving housekeeper, descended the grand staircase, a flickering lantern in her trembling hand. She was checking the locks, a nightly ritual, before finally retiring to her small, quiet room. An unsettling chill, much colder than the night air, seemed to creep along the polished, wooden floorboards. A faint, coppery scent hung heavy in the musty air, striking Mrs. Albright with uncomfortable, growing dread. Her heart pounded an anxious rhythm as she moved towards the study door, slightly ajar, casting a long shadow. She pushed it open slowly, her breath catching in her throat at the terrible sight revealed inside. Sir Reginald Thorne lay slumped across his large oak desk, his usually stern eyes open wide. An ornate letter opener, now stained dark crimson, protruded starkly from his still, lifeless chest. Mrs. Albright dropped her lantern with a horrified gasp, its fragile glass shattering loudly on the floor. The shrill, piercing scream that escaped her lips tore through the mansion's oppressive silence upstairs.