Run: 2026-09-23-01M37Q37JF9QJV8NSP6P6SS37D

The rain hammered relentlessly against the windows of Blackwood Manor. Inside, the body of Lord Ashworth lay cold and still. His eyes stared blankly at the ornate ceiling above him. A single crimson rose rested gently upon his silent chest. The housekeeper discovered him when she brought his morning tea. Her scream echoed through the halls, waking every sleeping guest. Detective Morgan arrived within the hour, his coat dripping wet. He studied the scene with sharp, calculating, experienced gray eyes. No visible wounds marked the body, yet death was certain. The rose suggested something personal, something deeply symbolic and planned. Someone inside this house knew exactly what they were doing. And that someone was still very much among them now.