The large country house cast long shadows across the frosty fields as the sun dipped below the horizon on that fateful January eve. Detective Jameson sat in his car, hands clenched on the steering wheel, staring pensively at Ravenswood Manor's ominous facade before him. The chill of the evening seeped into his bones, matching the cold dread settling in his gut at what he'd find inside. Flakes drifted lazily from clouds heavy with the promise of snow, as if the blots of blood inside could use a cover.