Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV0E329P0AV7Y1H79QASKKV

The heavy velvet curtains fell slowly against the cold floor. A single crimson stain bloomed across the white silk rug. Lord Harrington slumped forward onto his walnut desk in silence. His quill lay broken near a puddle of black ink. Soft moonlight revealed the sharp metal blade in his back. No sound escaped from the shadows of the empty room. The grandfather clock began to chime the hour of midnight. Someone stood waiting behind the door with a secret plan.