A chill wind rattled the windows of the grand manor. Beneath a pewter sky, rain lashed against the sprawling glass. The constable surveyed the scene, his face grim and drawn. A young woman lay still upon the Persian rug, lifeless and pale. Her sapphire silk dress was stained crimson, a macabre sight. A silver letter opener lay beside her, glinting ominously. No one else was present in the cavernous library. The deceased was Lady Eleanor, heir to a wealthy fortune. Tension hung heavy in the air, suffocating and thick. Secrets, it seemed, were buried beneath the manor's walls.