Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE91KNDJ9YTNX7FMCFY2VX9

Rain fell steadily over the old stone manor, drumming softly against tall dark windows like cold fingers tapping for entry. Detective Mara Voss stood quietly beneath the dripping eaves, staring intently up at the dimly lit old study window above. Inside, Lord Ashworth lay motionless across his mahogany desk, a silver letter opener protruding deep from his cold, still chest. His eyes remained wide open, fixed permanently on the ceiling as if startled badly by something entirely unseen nearby, waiting. Voss knelt slowly beside the body, carefully noting the absence of struggle or disturbed furniture in the quiet, dim room. Whoever had done this terrible thing, she thought grimly, had known this old house intimately, and had left no trace. Somewhere within this rain-soaked old manor, the killer was surely watching closely, waiting to see what she would discover next.