In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, a body lay lifeless. The victim, Mr. Archibald Green, was found in his study. His eyes were wide open, staring at nothing. A single gunshot wound marred his chest. Beside him, a revolver lay on the floor. The room was undisturbed, except for one thing. A letter opener, stained with blood, was clutched in his hand. The clock ticked, echoing the silence. Detective Amelia Hart arrived, her boots clicking on the wooden floor. She looked at the body, her expression unreadable. This was no suicide, she knew. A murderer walked among them.