The rain lashed against the windows of the grand manor, mirroring the tempestuous emotions within. Inspector Davies stood rigidly, his trench coat dripping onto the plush Persian rug, surveying the scene. A single flickering candle cast long, grotesque shadows across the opulent library, illuminating a tableau of chaos. The victim, Lord Ashworth, lay sprawled upon the antique writing desk, his eyes wide with eternal surprise. A crimson stain blossomed across his starched white shirt, a macabre crimson flower amidst the mahogany and leather.