Lightning flashed as the old clock struck midnight, foreboding darkness. Alone, the mansion stood, silent but for the howling winds. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the night, echoing through halls. Within moments, heavy footsteps thudded urgently across the ornate floors. In the library, a man lay dead, book dropped nearby. Eyes wide open, staring blankly towards the rich mahogany ceiling. A dagger protruded from his chest, handle gleaming slightly. Near the body, a spilled glass of wine stained. The storm outside raged on, indifferent to the horror inside.