Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K4SDZSHGXXMMXB4115FCC0

Rain hammered the cobblestones outside Marlowe House as Detective Crowe arrived exactly at midnight expecting routine burglary investigation call alone. Instead the butler opened the door, pale and trembling, whispering that Lord Pemberton lay dead upstairs in the library tonight. Crowe followed silently upstairs, noting muddy footprints staining the carpet despite supposedly locked windows and bolted doors inside silent mansion. The victim sprawled across his mahogany desk, eyes wide open, clutching a torn playing card soaked in blood still warm. The fireplace crackled nearby, illuminating three nervous guests already assembled, each insisting they heard nothing unusual tonight before midnight struck.