Run: 2026-09-23-01M37Q9ZAVH9H0KDVEHFK709PH

The storm arrived at Blackwood Manor just after midnight struck. Lightning split the sky above the old stone chapel roof. Inside, eight guests sat waiting in the dimly lit library. Their host, Lord Edmund Ashford, had not appeared for dinner. The butler, Graves, stood silently beside the crackling marble fireplace. Margaret Ashford checked her pearl watch for the third time. "Something is wrong," she whispered to no one in particular. Then a single scream echoed down from the east wing. Everyone froze, glasses halfway to their lips, eyes wide open. Graves was the first to reach the heavy oak staircase. The others followed, their footsteps thundering against the polished floorboards. At the study door, a young maid stood trembling violently. Her white apron was stained with something dark and wet. Beyond her, Lord Ashford lay slumped across his mahogany desk. A silver letter opener protruded from between his shoulder blades. The window was locked, and the only key was missing. Margaret turned slowly, studying each pale face in the corridor. One of them had killed him, and she knew it.