Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5FSJ6CY7BQEQZJGRCRBS9

Detective Eleanor Voss arrived at Blackthorn Manor just as the morning fog began lifting slowly off the dark wet gardens. Inside the grand foyer, a body lay crumpled beneath the marble staircase, dressed in expensive silk pajamas and fuzzy slippers. The victim was Lord Pemberton, seventy years old, wealthy beyond measure, and widely known notoriously for his terrible cruel temper. A bloody letter opener rested near his outstretched hand, though something about its careless placement struck Voss as very odd. Six guests had stayed overnight, and every single one of them claimed they had slept very soundly through the night. Voss knelt beside the body, noticing small traces of fresh mud on the carpet that nobody else had seen yet. Someone in this house was lying, and she intended to discover exactly who before another unfortunate victim could be claimed. Outside, the storm returned with a vengeance, sealing the manor roads completely and trapping everyone inside until morning finally came.