Rain pounded the cobblestone streets, as Detective Hargrove arrived at the crime scene. A chilling gust of wind blew open the victim's front door. The once grand entrance hall now bore an eerie silence. A single chandelier cast a dim, flickering light. The lifeless body of Lady Eleanor lay sprawled on the floor. A crimson stain spread across her silk gown. A golden locket clutched tightly in her cold, rigid hand. The air thick with mystery, Hargrove vowed to uncover the truth.