Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1H5FQ4CHWMBGAD2JWE96G1

Rain drummed relentlessly against the ancient cobblestones of Blackwood Manor. Inspector Hargrove arrived to find the grand doors standing open. Lord Ashworth lay motionless beside the cold marble fireplace, dead. A single ruby-red wine glass had shattered upon the floor. The inspector noted the victim's pale, terrified expression frozen permanently. A half-finished letter waited ominously on the mahogany desk nearby. Hargrove wondered what words the dead man had never written. The clock on the mantel had stopped at midnight precisely. Outside, a carriage waited, but its driver was nowhere visible. The mystery of Lord Ashworth's death was only just beginning.