Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0NWJAQB1N9Y3G3W15TQH6S

Rain stitched silver lines across Blackthorn Hall’s windows as Inspector Vale arrived, finding the butler dead beneath the chandelier’s trembling crystals. The household gathered silently, each face pale with secrets, while the grandfather clock struck midnight thirteen times without explanation. On the marble floor, a crimson playing card rested near the body, bearing Lady Blackthorn’s missing sapphire brooch. Vale removed his gloves, studied the impossible scene, and noticed wet footprints leading upward toward the locked nursery door. Behind that door, a child’s music box began playing softly, though every servant swore the room stood empty.