Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1J425JJ76K4GP37X6Z884X

By midnight, Blackthorn Manor crouched beneath freezing rain, its windows glowing like watchful eyes above the cliffs and crashing sea. Inside, twelve guests circled the fire in practiced laughter, while somewhere upstairs, a clock ticked with dreadful insistence. Lady Corven raised her glass for a toast, but the lights failed suddenly, drowning the room in startled silence. When brightness returned, her body lay across the Persian rug, crimson spreading outward, and every smiling face had changed.