Run: 2026-09-24-01M39VNSP1EPA8CPMMK80MZBJF

The rain hammered against the tall windows of Blackwood Manor. Inside, a single candle flickered, casting long, dancing shadows everywhere. Detective Miller stepped cautiously into the silent, freezing entrance hall. Something felt deeply wrong about the oppressive silence surrounding him. He followed a trail of muddy footprints towards the library. The heavy oak door creaked loudly as he pushed it. A body lay slumped across a large antique writing desk. It was the town's beloved mayor, Lord Edmund Ashworth himself. A silver letter opener protruded from his back, quite deep. Miller knelt down slowly, examining the scene with cold eyes. There were no signs of any forced entry anywhere here. The killer had been someone the mayor knew very well. Suddenly, a floorboard groaned sharply from the dark hallway behind. Miller spun around quickly, his hand reaching for his gun. But the hallway remained completely empty, dark, and utterly silent. He was definitely not alone inside this decaying old house. Somewhere upstairs, a grandfather clock began to strike twelve times. The game had officially begun, and Miller was ready now.