Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1H84GSC5C672NZY43RSW0Z

Rain needled the mansion windows as guests gathered silently, their reflections wavering like ghosts across the polished black marble floor. At precisely midnight, the chandelier flickered once, and the host collapsed forward, crimson blooming through his immaculate dinner jacket. No one screamed immediately; shock held every throat shut while thunder rolled above, as though heaven itself had witnessed murder. Inspector Vale arrived moments later, removing wet gloves carefully, already noting alibis dissolving faster than raindrops on candles.