Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2K50GD1GY56WCRN5TRW9G

Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor the night Lord Edmund Harrow was found dead in his own locked study. Inspector Mara Quill arrived at midnight, her boots muddy, her umbrella broken, and her patience worn thin by the storm. The butler, a pale man named Cobb, led her through the grand hallway without once meeting her steady, questioning eyes. Inside the study, Lord Harrow slumped over his desk, one hand still tightly clutching a torn scrap of crimson silk. The door had been bolted from inside, the window latched, and the only key rested in the dead man's pocket. Quill knelt beside the body and noticed that the brandy glass on the desk was still perfectly and suspiciously full. Somewhere upstairs a clock struck twelve, and Quill realized that someone in the house was already quietly lying to her.