Detective Jameson stood outside the mansion with a puzzled expression. Snowflakes fell gently around him as he surveyed the grounds. The windows of the mansion were dark and unpainted wooden. A chill ran down Jameson's spine as he descended steps. The sound of his boots echoed through the stillness below. The front door creaked open with a heavy iron hinges. A butler stood in the doorway with a somber look. Jameson's eyes locked onto the butler's face with interest sparking. "Good evening, sir," the butler said with a formal tone.