Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5GBWXEN0CQYJ3F17MPV30

The rain hammered against the tall windows of Blackwood Manor while Inspector Reeves studied the body on the floor. Lord Edmund Ashworth lay slumped beside his massive oak desk, a silver letter opener protruding from his chest. His wife Margaret stood trembling near the fireplace, her pale hands gripping a silk handkerchief with visible desperation and fear. The housekeeper had discovered the body at precisely seven o'clock, according to the shaking statement she gave the police. Reeves walked slowly around the room, noting the spilled brandy glass, the scattered papers, and the open wall safe. Nothing appeared to be missing from the safe itself, which struck the inspector as deeply strange and suspicious. The storm had knocked out the electricity hours earlier, leaving only flickering candlelight to cast dancing shadows everywhere. Six guests remained inside the manor, stranded by flooded roads, and every single one had motive.