Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9FGFMCH0QF7QXEBEC090D

Rain hammered against the old mansion's windows late that night. Detective Sarah Miles arrived just after the storm had begun. The old butler stood pale and silent at the door. Something terrible had happened inside, he finally whispered very quietly. Lord Ashford lay dead upon his own study's marble floor. A single candle flickered beside his lifeless, cold, still body. Sarah knelt down slowly, examining the wound with careful precision. This was clearly no accident, she murmured under her breath. The killer, she suspected, was still somewhere in the house. Outside, thunder rolled loudly as the mystery began to unfold.