Detective John Doe stood in the library, observing blood spatters on silk sofa. Body lay still, book beside it opened to a chilling passage. Whispers echoed, fading to an eerie silence. Candles flickered, casting uncanny shadows on walls. A single rose fell, leaving a trail of petals across the wooden floor. The maid entered, trembling, eyes wide with shock. "I found her like this, sir," she stammered. Doe approached, picking up a scrawled note on the floor. "I know...", it revealed, "you'll never find me."