Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8B858R666Q9XNZEX6MVFB

Rain fell steadily on the cobblestone street, silent and cold. The old mansion loomed at the hill’s shadowed edge, dark and still. Inside, a grandfather clock struck midnight, echoing through empty halls. Footsteps creaked above, slow, deliberate, muffled by thick carpet. A woman gasped sharply, then silence, broken only by dripping water. Blood pooled near the fireplace, dark red and glistening faintly. A single glove lay abandoned on the Persian rug, silk and torn. The door creaked open, revealing a startled butler clutching a silver tray. Outside, a crow shrieked once, then vanished into the stormy night. No one saw the figure slip away through the garden, pale and swift.