Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EMNGTPDEYW8E93VGTWWY4K

Rain drummed heavily against the dark glass as Detective Marsh stepped slowly into the parlor and smelled the cold death. One heavy silver candlestick glinted brightly beside the shattered red wine glass and the torn letter on the dusty floor. Lord Whitmore's pale body lay twisted near the roaring marble fireplace with one single dark wound behind his left ear. Marsh noticed the antique clock stopped at midnight and the heavy door had been locked from inside the dark room. The old butler entered with trembling white hands and claimed he had discovered the dead body just minutes before arrival. Marsh turned slowly toward them, wondering which of the many guests had killed the old man and why they lied.