The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, reflecting the unease in the room. A hush fell over the distinguished guests, their whispers hushed to a murmur as they watched in silent horror. Detective Inspector Davies, his face etched with concern, stood over the body, his sharp eyes scanning the scene for any clues. The victim, a celebrated artist named Julian Blackwood, lay sprawled on the plush carpet, his lifeless eyes staring vacantly at the ornate ceiling. His hands, once skilled in wielding a brush, were now limp and still, a single crimson stain blooming on his pristine white shirt.