Fog enveloped the ancient manor sharply at midnight. Footsteps echoed, silencing the whispering wind. A single light flickered in the east wing. Glass shattered, startling the sleeping occupants. Detective Miles rushed to the scene, dread knotting his stomach. The butler, solemn, greeted him at the door. "Murder, sir," he announced gravely, leading the way. A grand chandelier cast eerie shadows across the ballroom. The victim lay still, elegantly dressed for an untimely demise. A priceless vase lay cracked beside him, roses spilled out. Detective Miles knelt, examining the lifeless body. No visible wounds, but a hint of fear frozen in the eyes. The air, heavy with perfume, masked the scent of death. Guests murmured anxiously, each a potential suspect. Alibis must be verified, secrets uncovered tonight. The game of whodunit commenced, tension mounting.