In the moonlit courtyard, shadows danced quietly. Objective glass doors creaked open, unnoticed. Frosty wind howled, chilling the night air. People gathered inside, unaware of the cold outside. The host, Mr. Robinson, welcomed them warmly. His prized sculpture stood tall, catching the camera's lens. Neighbors crunched ice beneath their feet. Radiant firelight fumbled through the windows, casting a feigned coziness. Suspicious whispers escaped the guests' lips. Nobody noticed the man lurking near the entrance. His dark coat blended with the night as he disappeared into the crowd. In the corner, a murder unfolded, unnoticed by the crowd. Whispers ceased as the first scream pierced the air.