Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YFPKA8EQA1Q81ZC4CRQC1M

The first snow arrived before anyone noticed the missing key. By midnight, the manor stood isolated above the frozen lake. Inside, Clara Vale found her employer dead beside the fireplace. His eyes remained open, fixed upon the empty portrait frame. Blood darkened his waistcoat, though the carpet beneath remained spotless. Clara reached for the telephone, but its cord hung severed. Behind her, a floorboard creaked beneath someone’s carefully placed foot. She turned, expecting the butler, and saw no one there. Only the grandfather clock moved, its pendulum ticking unusually slowly. Then Clara noticed fresh snow melting inside the locked room. Across the white windowsill lay a single black feather, trembling. From somewhere upstairs came three knocks, followed by her name.