Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NYMCEQYE7PWPK3B708C7R

The storm arrived at Blackwood Manor just after midnight struck. Lightning split the sky above the old stone chapel roof. Inside, the guests had gathered near the dying library fire. Nobody noticed when Lord Ashford quietly slipped away from them. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed a single time. Then a scream echoed through the long corridors of stone. Margaret, the housekeeper, stood trembling at the open study door. Her candle shook, casting wild shadows across the paneled walls. Lord Ashford lay sprawled beside his desk, eyes staring upward. A silver letter opener protruded cleanly from his motionless chest. Detective Eleanor Graves pushed past the gasping guests without hesitation. She knelt beside the body and studied the strange wound. The window was locked, and the fireplace held only ash. Whoever killed him had walked in through the only door. Eleanor rose slowly and turned to face the frightened crowd. "One of you," she said quietly, "is a cold murderer." Outside, the storm raged on, sealing them all inside together.