Run: 2026-09-23-01M36RFNNV6ZM9GQG5BN390WS2

At midnight, the observatory bell rang without anyone touching it. Inspector Vale arrived soaked, clutching the envelope nobody recognized yet. Inside, Professor Wren lay beside his shattered telescope, quite motionless. Blood stained the star charts, though none marked his hands. Someone erased each constellation from the observatory blackboard before dawn. Vale noticed one wet footprint leading toward the locked door. Then the envelope rustled, though its seal remained unbroken still. From inside, a woman's voice whispered, “You are already late.”