Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ08MSSPHGPTN9BWXPX7SGF3

The rain fell hard against the old manor’s dark windows. Detective Chen found the body slumped in the library chair. One broken teacup lay shattered near the victim’s outstretched hand. Her name was Lady Eleanor, a wealthy patron of arts. The storm outside perfectly matched the gloom inside the room. A cryptic letter was pinned beneath the heavy, silver ashtray. Chen noted the open window and the chill draft inside. Everyone present had a motive, everyone wore a secret tonight. The clock on the mantle stopped ticking at precisely eight.