Rain dripped from the windows, casting shadows in the dim room. A clock chimed midnight, its sound echoing through the silent house. Detective Marion arrived, coat drenched, eyes scanning for the first clue. A body lay on the floor, lifeless, in a crimson pool. Burnt toast aroma lingered, contrasting sharply with the metallic blood scent. Footprints led from the body to a closed chamber door. Gloves on, Marion approached cautiously, the floorboards creaking underfoot softly. The chamber revealed nothing but an ominous, oppressive, silence within. Each detail added to Marion's unfolding theory of the night's events.