Lightning flashed as Detective Avery climbed the old, creaky staircase. Shadows danced erratically, mocking his steady footsteps in the abandoned mansion. At the top, a door lay slightly ajar, inviting disaster. Avery pushed it open, his breath visible in the cold. Inside, a candle flickered, casting eerie glow on glassy-eyed portraits. Suddenly, a sharp scent of almonds wafted through the taut air. He recognized the poison smell, his instincts screaming emergency. Turning slowly, his flashlight revealed a woman, elegantly poised yet lifeless. Her once sparkling emerald eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Avery noted her extravagant dress, now a canvas for crimson splatters. Her pearls, scattered around her neck, whispered tales of struggle. Near the mahogany desk, a lone letter opener gleamed ominously. Tonight, the mansion held secrets darker than the storm outside.