- A cold mist clung to the cobblestone streets as Inspector Mallory approached the imposing manor. He adjusted his trench coat, his gaze fixed on the flickering gaslights that cast dancing shadows. The house stood silent, its ornate iron gates clutched tightly shut as if guarding a secret. The air buzzed with an unsettling stillness, punctuated only by the distant howl of a dog. The source of the distress call had led him here, a frantic whisper about a tragedy unfolding within those walls. He knew the MacKenna family was wealthy, influential, and shrouded in whispers of hidden scandals. Grimly, Inspector Mallory clenched his fists, ready to face whatever horrors awaited him within.