The rain hammered against the windowpanes, a relentless rhythm against the elegant silence of the mansion. A lone figure stood in the grand hall, a crimson stain blossoming on their pristine white shirt. The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and something far more sinister, a metallic tang that clung to the air like a whispered secret. A single, silver candlestick lay broken by the grand fireplace, its candle extinguished, the flame snuffed out by a hand far too unsteady. Someone, or something, had entered this sanctuary of wealth and peace, leaving behind a trail of destruction and death.