Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K60AB8VQN4PDGGNA8P5SMK

Rain hammered cobblestones outside Pembroke Manor as Detective Ellis arrived, coat soaked and hat pulled low against biting wind tonight. Inside, Lady Whitmore lay sprawled across the library rug, her silk dress stained crimson beneath flickering chandelier light softly dimming. The butler, Harrow, stood rigid near the fireplace, his trembling hands clutching a shattered crystal glass stained red with blood. Ellis crouched beside the body, noticing delicate perfume lingering, a single pearlescent button clutched tightly within her still cold palm. Someone had locked every window from inside, yet muddy footprints led from the balcony doors toward the silent lifeless hearth.