The clock struck twelve, and silence filled the dimly lit room. Shadows danced eerily, as a storm raged outside the mansion. A glass shattered loudly, sending echoes through the old house. Footsteps crept down the hallway, pausing before the parlor door. A scream pierced the night, followed by an unsettling silence. The butler entered cautiously, finding Lady Wentworth lifeless on the floor. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the ornate Persian rug. Detectives arrived promptly, examining the room for any possible clues. Suspicion fell upon each guest, faces masked with nervous smiles. In this house, secrets lurked behind every elegant, deceptive facade.