Run: 2026-03-09-01KKABVYETDXVB49BMXTCKTV51

Rain polished Blackthorn Manor while mourners whispered beneath dripping eaves. Inside, the grandfather clock struck midnight, then stopped with finality. Lady Harrow smiled faintly, raising champagne before darkness swallowed everything. When candles returned, her glass glittered red across the linen. No one screamed first; silence accused each stunned face equally. The locked dining room held seven guests and countless secrets. Somewhere upstairs, a music box began playing a children's waltz. Detective Vale arrived minutes later, carrying rainwater, patience, and suspicion.