Rain poured as Detective Miller entered the dimly lit mansion, his trench coat soaked through and through, despite his umbrella. A grand chandelier flickered above the vast foyer, casting eerie shadows that danced like restless spirits against the antique wallpaper. The butler appeared, his face as pale as moonlight, eyes filled with a terror that words couldn't adequately describe. "Found her in the library," he choked out, his voice cracking with the weight of unspeakable, newly discovered horrors tonight. Miller nodded grimly, following the butler down a long corridor, the air heavy with the scent of old books. The library door creaked open slowly, revealing a scene of chaos, with overthrown furniture and papers strewn about like confetti.