Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02DX6G1KQEE991E1DSEP66

The grand manor stood silent under a cold, pale moon. A lone figure stepped carefully through the dewy garden. Thick fog clung to the ground like a ghostly shroud. A single light burned in the study on the second floor. Inside, Lord Ashworth sat slumped in his leather chair. His teacup lay tipped, staining the antique desk a deep brown. A silver letter opener protruded from his stiff chest. The study door creaked open with a mournful groan. Inspector Blackwood entered, his boots making no sound on the rug. He surveyed the scene with a stern, practiced gaze. The fire in the hearth had died to glowing embers. A book lay open on the floor near the body. Rain began to patter softly against the tall windows. The killer had been meticulous, leaving no obvious clues. The clock on the mantelpiece chimed the midnight hour. The butler stood frozen in the doorway, his face ashen. This was no ordinary crime, but a message was left behind. Blackwood knew the night had only just begun.