Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0TTT5JVPD2ST4A5PNH1RBM

Rain lashed against the tall leaded glass windows of Blackwood Manor as midnight struck with a heavy, ominous metallic chime. Lord Arthur sat perfectly still in his favorite leather armchair, but his eyes stared blankly at the roaring brick fireplace. A single drop of dark blood dripped slowly from his pale lip onto the pristine white silk of his cravat. The loyal butler stepped into the study carrying a silver tray, oblivious to the grim tragedy awaiting him right there. The delicate porcelain teacup shattered loudly on the hardwood floor as he realized his master would never wake up again. A golden key gleamed inside the cold grasp of the dead aristocrat, catching the flickering light of the dying fire.