Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DYT5NKXA235E00360SPCT3

The rain fell steadily over Harrow Manor, washing the gravel paths clean of footprints while the dark night slowly deepened. Inside the drawing room, Detective Inspector Eleanor Vance stood beside the body of Lord Edmund Ashworth, the wealthy shipping magnate. His throat bore a thin red line, and the crystal decanter beside him lay shattered upon the faded Persian carpet. Nobody in the household had heard a single cry, and every clock in the house had stopped at exactly midnight. Vance crouched beside the fireplace, noticing a glove print etched faintly into the ash, far too small for any guest. Behind her, Sergeant Thomas Greaves cleared his throat, reminding her that the family had gathered in the great library downstairs. Every one of them had a motive, and every one of them had lied at least once since dinner ended. Vance pulled on her gloves, took a breath, and walked toward the library door, knowing the truth waited somewhere inside.