Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBH2CD28723P2EJABCTRNR

The cold November rain hammered the ancient slate rooftops of Blackwater while the old church clock struck precisely nine sharp. Inside the manor, Lady Ashworth lay motionless on the Persian rug, her emerald gown now soaked a dark deep crimson. A single candelabra flickered on the marble mantle, casting monstrous twisting shadows across the high blood-spattered walls and low ceiling. The elderly butler stood deathly pale at the doorway, his white gloves trembling and his eyes fixed still upon her. Outside, a black carriage clattered to a sudden halt, and the inspector's heavy boots splashed through the muddy wet lane. He paused at the rusted iron gate, noting the single fresh footprint beside the gardener's forgotten trowel and small rake. No one had reported the murder yet, but the bright blood on the window pane told its own silent story.