Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1JCMGYHGDKSQM05JQMYSFG

At dusk, the manor breathed quietly, windows glowing amber while rain stitched silver threads across the sleeping, watchful gardens below. Guests gathered in the drawing room, smiling too brightly, their laughter brittle as glass beneath the grandfather clock's measured accusations. When Lady Vale raised her crystal goblet for silence, thunder answered first, and someone unseen extinguished every candle instantly. Darkness swallowed the room completely; then came a gasp, a crash, and one terrible note from the violin. Lightning revealed Lady Vale collapsed beside the hearth, scarlet blooming through silk, while every guest stared at someone else.