Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GSQTQ3326JFG9928PV056V

Rain hammered against the windows of Blackwood Manor that night. Inside the study, Lord Ashworth poured himself another heavy glass. He had received a single threatening letter just hours before. The crimson ink spelled out his imminent death quite clearly. Downstairs, the household staff prepared for the annual winter ball. Guests were arriving despite the terrible storm outside that evening. Lady Ashworth greeted them all with her practiced, dazzling smile. Nobody noticed the shadow moving along the gallery above them. At midnight, a woman's scream pierced through the festive music. The guests found Lord Ashworth slumped beside his cold desk. A silver letter opener jutted from his chest, darkly stained. The candle had burned down to nothing beside his hand. Every door to the manor was locked from the inside. The murderer therefore had to be somewhere within these walls. Detective Marlowe arrived just as the great clock struck three. She surveyed the frozen faces gathered in the grand hall. One of them was hiding something far worse than grief. And the storm showed no sign of stopping before dawn.