Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV0F55DN5HBPMJXRCD7QZQ

Rain pelted the cobblestone streets. Detective Hollis lit his cigarette. The mansion loomed in darkness. One window glowed upstairs still. A scream shattered the silence. Hollis dropped his smoke instantly. He sprinted toward the door. The butler stood frozen there. Blood dripped from his hands. "She's dead," the butler whispered. Hollis pushed past him quickly. The staircase creaked under pressure. Each step felt impossibly heavy. Candlelight flickered along the walls. Portraits watched his every move. The bedroom door hung open. Lady Ashcroft lay motionless inside. A silver dagger pinned her. Her eyes stared at nothing. Hollis knelt beside the body. Something glinted near her palm. A locket, still warm somehow. He opened it with care. Inside was his own photograph.