Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0G9HCT03AEYMRJ3X57P1QA

The cold rain hammered furiously against the tall windows of Ashcombe Manor as Detective Inspector Margaret Hollis stepped carefully inside. A solitary candle still burned low upon the polished mahogany table, flickering weakly beside a nearly empty glass of claret. Lord Ashcombe himself lay slumped across his worn leather armchair, with one pale hand still clutching a crumpled, bloodstained letter. Margaret knelt slowly beside the cooling body, her trained eyes sweeping across the scene for any detail that seemed unusual. Outside, the thunder cracked violently overhead, and somewhere within the darkened house, a floorboard creaked beneath a very careful footstep. Margaret's gloved hand drifted slowly toward the revolver at her hip as she realized the killer had never actually left.