Detective Jameson stood outside the luxurious mansion, its sprawling gardens hidden behind dense shrubs and tall oak trees very early morning. Police sirens echoed through the quiet streets, growing louder as they responded to the frantic call from the local constable yesterday. A chill ran down Jameson's spine as he gazed up at the mansion's facade, its grandeur seeming almost sinister somehow tonight. He checked his watch, a silver Omega on his left wrist, noting the exact time as he received the call several days. With a sense of foreboding, Jameson stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the entrance, a large wooden door with heavy iron hinges always. The detective's eyes widened slightly as he saw the swarm of police officers already gathered, their faces serious and somber expressions a given.