Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GV03V55A61YQVW8TRX2PT6

The rain hammered hard against the windows of Blackwood Manor. Inside, Detective Sarah Chen surveyed the scene with careful eyes. Lord Blackwood lay sprawled beneath his grandfather clock, quite dead. The clock had stopped at precisely twelve minutes past nine. His face was frozen in an expression of pure terror. Chen knelt down beside the body and studied the wound. A single precise blow to the temple had killed him. Whoever struck the blow had done so with tremendous force. No weapon could be found anywhere inside the locked room. The door had been locked and bolted from the inside. Six guests had gathered for the annual weekend house party. Now only five suspects remained alive to face her questions. Each one of them had reason to want him dead. Outside, the lightning illuminated the gardens for one brief moment. Chen glimpsed a dark figure standing beneath the ancient oak. But when she looked again, the figure had vanished completely. Someone else was watching from the darkness beyond the walls. This murder, Chen suspected, was only the first of many.