Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YHQH9WM2DXMX1Y5H8BDK5T

The snow began falling before anyone noticed the blood outside. Inside Blackthorn Manor, seven guests waited for their host downstairs. The grandfather clock struck midnight as the lights abruptly failed. Someone screamed, and a glass shattered against the marble floor. When the lamps returned, Lady Vale stood beside the staircase. Her white gloves were red, though she carried no weapon. Upstairs, the study door was locked firmly from the inside. Detective Marsh broke it open using the heavy fireplace poker. Lord Vale lay slumped across his desk, throat neatly severed. A single key rested beneath his hand, slick with blood. The window was latched, and fresh snow covered its sill. Yet someone had written a name across the glass outside. Marsh recognized it immediately: his own name, spelled in blood.