Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25X7F41VTT4JNVKRDYXFZY

Cold rain lashed against the cracked windowpane of the study, blurring the frantic flashing of distant blue police sirens. Inside, the ancient grandfather clock chimed midnight with a heavy vibration that seemed to echo through the dead man. Lord Arthur lay slumped across his massive mahogany desk, a spilled glass of rich burgundy soaking into the carpet. The velvet drapes rustled slightly as Detective Miller stepped quietly into the room, his long trench coat dripping wet. He bypassed the weeping widow clutching her pearls and knelt beside the frozen corpse to inspect the strange wounds. Two small, precise puncture marks on the side of the pale neck were oozing a thin trail of blood. A silver letter opener was still clutched in the victim's stiff hand, but no struggle had occurred here. Miller pulled a small magnifying glass from his deep pocket, sniffing the sweet almond scent rising from the glass. The deadly poison had worked incredibly fast, leaving the wealthy aristocrat absolutely no time to cry out for help. Every single guest remaining in the locked mansion possessed a dark secret and a perfect motive for this crime. Miller stood up slowly, looked at the trembling suspects gathered before him, and calmly locked the heavy wooden door.