At the stroke of midnight, thunder crashed and the lights flickered off. In the darkness, a sharp scream sliced through the House of Homicide. Mrs. Adelaide Harrington, the flower shop owner known for her beloved orchids, lay lifeless. Her face, frozen in terror, told a tale that began years ago. Detective Alexis Rivers, notorious for cracking the toughest cases, entered with a weary sigh. She glanced at the blood-stained orchids and then at the trembling orchid plant in the corner. A mysterious melody, faint as a ghost's whisper, suddenly echoed through the halls, hinting that this murder wasn't just a random act of violence.