The moon hung low, casting eerie shadows over the estate. Detective Lila Gray arrived, her eyes scanning the scene grimly. An opulent chandelier illuminated the grand foyer, dripping with crystals. The victim lay still, an ornate dagger in his chest. Silent servants lined the walls, their faces masked with shock. A clock chimed midnight, marking the hour of the untimely demise. Whispers of a quarrel echoed among the onlookers, motives swirling like fog. Lila knelt, examining the body carefully, her mind piecing clues together. The air was thick with tension, suspicion lingering like a bad omen. Footprints leading to the library suggested a hasty retreat, a trail to follow. Each guest became a suspect, their alibis teetering on the brink of collapse.