Run: 2026-09-23-01M36V6G708053FRZ4RYAMNXMY

The relentless rain hammered the tall windows of Ashworth Manor, drowning out the final agonizing gasp of Lady Eleanor Ashworth. Her body lay sprawled across the mahogany dining table, one delicate hand still clutching the bloodied letter opener beside her. Inspector Miles Garrett arrived shortly after midnight, his coat dripping, his eyes already cataloguing every shadow throughout the dim hallway. Five desperate suspects lingered in the parlor below, each nursing cold tea and rehearsing their alibis with trembling manicured fingers. The murder weapon had vanished from the scene, leaving behind only a faint metallic scent and one overturned teacup nearby. Everyone in this house had a reason to want Lady Ashworth dead, and every single one of them was lying.