Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXJM31B2108RZ309Q18GS6

The cold rain hammered against the old manor windows as Detective Sarah Cole stepped slowly across the creaking wooden floor. A single lifeless body lay sprawled beneath the grand staircase, blood pooling darkly across the priceless antique Persian carpet below. The wealthy old victim, Lord Edmund Harrington, had hosted twelve dinner guests tonight, and each one was a prime suspect. Sarah crouched down low beside the corpse and noticed something glinting faintly within the dead man's tightly clenched right hand. She carefully pried the cold stiff fingers apart and discovered a small silver locket engraved with two unfamiliar golden initials. Outside, thunder cracked violently overhead as the manor's heavy front door suddenly burst open, revealing a soaked, trembling young figure. Sarah rose slowly to her feet, her hand instinctively reaching toward her holster, knowing this terrible night had just begun.