Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCPX78MYYV0H6C5DWM8KQ4E

Rain hammered the observatory dome. Inspector Vance climbed slick stairs. The door hung wide open. Inside, brass instruments gleamed coldly. A telescope pointed at nothing. Dr. Halloway lay beneath it. Blood pooled around his shoulders. His right hand clutched chalk. Numbers covered the wooden floor. Someone had smudged them deliberately. Vance crouched beside the body. The chalk was still warm. Wind screamed through broken glass. Three teacups sat on shelves. Each held a different residue. Vance counted the porcelain saucers. Only two matched the cups. Footprints tracked toward the balcony. They stopped before the railing. Nobody had jumped that night. Vance studied the smudged equations. One symbol remained perfectly legible. It was not a number. It was a person's initials.