Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6DYH5A95F2Y6W8QEXTAFH

Rain tapped the chapel windows while Detective Mara Venn quietly studied the dead choir director beneath the cracked stained glass. The dead director's crisp white collar bore a single crimson thread and one silver button arranged far too neatly nearby. A heavy hymnal lay open beside his motionless hand though the page displayed no visible music notes or printed words. Mara quietly noted that every dark wooden pew remained perfectly straight except one near the altar that sat slightly askew. The dead victim's left shoe faced the door while his right shoe pointed toward the high shadowed organ loft above. A small brass key hung from the victim's belt but the heavy chapel door had been locked securely from inside. Mara glanced at the empty choir stalls and saw six white robes hanging exactly where seven singers should have stood. Outside sudden thunder swallowed her whispered question as the locked chapel door behind her gave a very soft deliberate click.