Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2E601WQTHPFH5WGBY8DV75

The rain-soaked asphalt gleamed under flickering streetlamps as a single umbrella billowed past. A rusted gate groaned open, then hung still, inviting an unseen visitor inside. The library’s grandfather clock struck twelve, its chime swallowed by a sudden, coughing silence. On the Persian rug, a crystal decanter lay shattered, amber liquid pooling like a frozen scream. The body was crumpled near the fireplace, one hand still reaching for the unlit matchstick.