Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion, gazing up at its grandeur, the trees swaying ominously in the morning breeze nearby. The call had come in an hour ago, a frantic message from the wealthy owner, Richard Langley's, personal assistant downstairs. The sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, as if trying to stretch and reach the scene of chaos inside. A faint scent of smoke wafted from the house, carrying with it the whispers of a tragedy waiting to unfold slowly. The sound of sirens echoed through the air, growing louder as the emergency responders rushed to the scene of devastation nearby.