Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8M06Y7BWEZ3JDEKWXA0HA

The clock struck midnight, yet the mansion remained cloaked in eerie silence, shadows dancing strangely on the walls. A flickering chandelier cast faint light through the hall as footsteps echoed ominously from upstairs. Dr. Harcourt entered the library, finding the door ajar, books scattered across the Persian rug. A shattered teacup lay in the center of the room, its spilled contents darkening the wooden floorboards. Miss Ellison’s body slumped in an armchair, her eyes wide, a single petal clutched in her cold hand. Mr. Thorne, the butler, rushed in, face pale, muttering about the last visitor who’d left in a hurry hours prior. Rain lashed against the windows as thunder rumbled, the storm matching the scene’s unsettling tension. Footprints led to the garden gate, unnoticed by the gardener, who now declared the compound sealed for the night.