Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4SFGSWYVCJDZ9B5QHS1SR

The rain lashed against the manor's tall windows with a relentless, percussive, icy, and furious sound during the midnight hour. Inside the study, a single body lay sprawled down across the ornate Persian rug, completely still and silent now forever. A crystal decanter had been smashed upon the oak table, its spirituous contents slowly pooling on the stained dark wood. A silver letter opener lay near the body on the floor, its sharp blade reflecting the dimming, flickering, yellow gaslight. Inspector Blackwood arrived at the scene, his heavy overcoat dripping cold rainwater onto the dark polished wood floorboards down below. He surveyed the room with a very practiced eye and noted the body's completely unnatural, stiff, and deathly silent position.