Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T0WB607XBPKDSH0CPHQGM

The storm had swallowed Blackmoor Manor long before anyone screamed. Detective Harrow found six stunned guests and one murdered host. Lord Edmund Ashworth lay dead beneath his grand mahogany table. His open eyes reflected only the chandelier's cold white light. A shattered wine glass lay beside his pale, outstretched hand. Something dark had stained the white tablecloth like crimson tears. The grandfather clock had stopped at exactly eleven o'clock tonight. A bitter scent of almonds hung faintly throughout the room. Harrow recognized it instantly and felt her stomach turning cold. Cyanide, the classic poison that perfectly mimicked sudden heart failure. Whoever had done this knew how to disguise murder perfectly. Six silent guests stood frozen, each eyeing the others suspiciously. Each claimed perfect innocence and absolutely no reason to kill. Someone here had poisoned the wine that everyone shared tonight. Lord Ashworth died among friends who now feared one another. The question was not who had motive, but who dared.