Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07N331MWVRSSYP9SEAQ86T

Rain drummed softly against the mansion, muting distant, uneasy whispers. Inspector Vale arrived late, carrying suspicion like a second coat. Inside, candles flickered, exposing marble faces and trembling, polished silver. The host smiled too widely, though grief already hollowed his cheeks. Someone had screamed earlier, and nobody could agree where. A portrait had fallen, revealing a fresh stain beneath it. Vale noticed three clocks, each stopped at different times. The guests avoided mirrors, as if reflections might accuse them. Then the lights died, and a body hit the floor.