Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ07TS8HP524KKS5KR45RYD1

Rain pelted the windows as Inspector Reed entered the dim, opulent study where Lord Ashworth lay dead. His final expression was frozen in a mask of pure, undiluted terror before the ornate fireplace. A single, overturned chair and a shattered crystal glass were the only clues remaining. Inspector Reed noted the stopped clock on the mantle, its hands frozen at precisely midnight.