Rain lashed the mansion windows. Lightning illuminated the opulent ballroom. Guests danced to the lively music. A scream pierced through the laughter. Music stopped. All eyes turned. On the dance floor, one lay dead. Lord Ashford, the estate owner, stood. He held a bloody candlestick. The dance floor froze in silence. Suspicions flared. Everyone stared at Ashford. He held a guilty expression. The victim's body was stiff. Ashford held the ornate, glinting object. His eyes met theirs with hatred. The game, deadliest game, began to play.