Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G19SZP6XGGBGWQPDWFNVGW

The rain fell hard against the windows of Hollow Manor. Detective Sarah Monroe arrived just after midnight. Lord Edmund Thorne lay motionless beside the cold fireplace. His study smelled faintly of bitter almonds and old tobacco. Three guests stood huddled in the hallway, whispering nervously. The butler, Harold Finch, wrung his trembling hands together. Sarah knelt beside the body and studied its frozen expression. A single crystal glass sat overturned upon the Persian rug. Its amber residue glittered under the flickering lamplight. Someone had locked the study door from the inside. Yet the window behind the desk stood wide open. Sarah noticed muddy footprints leading toward the garden path. Each print pointed away from the house, not toward it. She pulled out her notebook and began writing carefully. Tonight, every guest at Hollow Manor was a suspect.