Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0TWVKH14RAEZBYSS7HNMW0

Midnight rain beat against the library windows, washing away the secrets that Lord Harrington had kept for many long years. Now, his cold body slumped over the mahogany desk, a silver letter opener protruding deeply from his expensive velvet waistcoat. Inspector Black stepped slowly through the shattered glass doors, adjusting his wet trench coat while scanning the dark, bloody study. The distinct smell of bitter almonds lingered in the damp air, suggesting that the blade was not the only weapon. Standing in the shadows, the old butler trembled violently, clutching a gold pocket watch that had stopped at exactly twelve.