Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2D30VR43ZFN54SC9Z907A

The fog rolled over Blackwood Manor like a burial shroud, swallowing the gardens and muffling everything except the distant bells. Inspector Ada Verrin stepped from her car at midnight, pulled her collar tight, and studied the lit windows above her. Constable Hayes met her at the door, trembling, and whispered that Lord Ashcombe was found dead in his locked study. The room smelled of bitter almonds and old leather, and the victim sat slumped behind his desk, hand still outstretched. Beside his fingers lay a shattered teacup, and on the blotter someone had scrawled one shaky name in ink: Marguerite. Ada scanned the silent room, certain that the killer stood somewhere beneath this roof, waiting quietly for her to begin.