Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD56TDJ6SFKEM0M1AFE2V6T

The lighthouse keeper never missed his morning signal, until today when silence screamed louder than any storm winds ever could. Detective Mara Quinn arrived before dawn, her boots crunching frost, coffee steaming, intuition already whispering that something felt terribly wrong. The iron door stood ajar, revealing blood smeared across cold stone steps leading upward toward the extinguished lantern room above. Inside, the keeper lay sprawled beneath shattered glass, one hand clutching a brass key, the other frozen mid-reach toward darkness. Mara knelt silently, noticing unfamiliar footprints leading away from the body toward darkness where someone still waited inside the tower.