The small town of Ravenswood was bathed in an eerie orange light on a gray autumn morning slowly unfolding. Detective Jameson stood outside the local diner, where a scream had shattered the peaceful quiet atmosphere suddenly erupting. A sea of reporters and camera crews crowded the sidewalk, all vying for a glimpse of the gruesome crime scene ahead. Chief Watson, a stout man with a bushy mustache, briefed Jameson on the situation with a grave expression etched. The victim, local business owner Richard Langley, had been found dead in his office, a single bullet wound to his chest. A peculiar letter opener lay nearby, partially covered in blood, as if left there deliberately for emphasis somehow.