Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCVE66JD8ZW5632Q7VEBMAT

Cold rain battered against the dark, high windows of mansion. Inside, Lord Harrington lay completely still upon the velvet rug. A heavy silver candlestick rested beside his bleeding shattered skull. Detective Miller adjusted his wet coat and surveyed the room. Blood dripped slowly from the sharp edge of glass table. No one had heard any sound during the stormy night. The frightened butler stood near the doorway, shaking with fear. He held a tray of fresh tea that had grown. "Who unlocked the heavy iron gates tonight?" the detective asked. The nervous servant swallowed hard and pointed a trembling finger. A subtle scent of sweet lavender lingered in the air. Someone inside this locked house was definitely a dangerous killer.