The clock struck midnight as shadows danced across the dimly lit room. Rain tapped insistently against windows, setting an ominous, relentless rhythm outside. Detective Mills entered, trench coat dripping, eyes scanning for immediate clues. A lifeless body lay sprawled in a pool of blood. Pictures on the mantel hinted at a happy life, now shattered. Broken glass littered the floor like jagged pieces of lost trust. A chilling breeze whispered through the half-opened window, hinting at escape.