The morning fog hung heavy, shrouding the village. Detective Harper arrived at the old mansion. Footprints in the dew led to the door. Inside, a chilling silence greeted his entrance. A scream echoed, then silence, as if trapped. He found her, sprawled on the cold floor. Blood pooled beneath her, a stark contrast. Her eyes wide, staring into the void. No signs of struggle, yet fear etched. Detective Harper knelt, his mind racing.