Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFEGBS1KE72ERWB3QJ3DMNY

The icy November rain lashed Blackthorn Manor’s cracked leaded panes as twelve shivering guests assembled inside for their annual dinner. The gray-haired butler hesitated before announcing their wealthy host had not left his fourth-floor study since returning at dusk yesterday. A brawny retired police detective volunteered to climb the creaking oak stairs together with the pale quiet family lawyer Miles. They found the study’s thick mahogany door bolted shut from the inside, no sound seeping through its heavy worn panels. When they forced the old lock open, they spotted their host’s limp cold body crumpled beside the dying stone fireplace. Beside his clenched fist rested a single torn playing card, the jack of hearts, its corner stained deep cherry red. No windows had been jostled, no alarms triggered, leaving the small group of stunned guests trapped with a hidden killer.