Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1H3KB7HF08TRJJMQ0F40R6

Rain needled the manor windows while twelve guests watched the chandelier tremble above the long table set for mourning tonight. Lady Vale raised her crystal glass, smiling faintly, as thunder rolled outside and silver candles guttered toward unexpected darkness. When the lights failed completely, someone inhaled sharply, a chair scraped once, and a single shot shattered everything inside. Silence returned first, then screaming, as electricity flickered back and revealed Lady Vale collapsed over the untouched dessert. On the white linen beneath her hand, someone had written one word in wine: forgiven, though nobody looked relieved.