Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8PP7HPT6YP5ZXH8ZA9CPT

The rain fell hard on cobblestones slick with evening's grease. A lone streetlamp flickered weakly above the silent, empty alley. Beneath it lay a man in a torn evening coat. His fingers curled around a playing card, faceup, bloody. It was the ace of spades, freshly pulled from a deck. No footprints marred the puddled ground nearby in either direction. A pocket watch dangled from his vest, stopped at nine seventeen. Steam rose faintly from grates, curling like whispered last confessions. Somewhere distant, a clock began to chime the hour slowly. No one answered when a black cat yowled once into darkness.