In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, rain fell like mournful tears. A piercing scream echoed through the misty night. Residents stirred, hearts pounding in sudden dread. At the grand Harrisford Manor, lights flickered to life. Lady Elizabeth Harrisford lay lifeless in her study. A single gunshot wound marred her temple. Blood dripped slowly from the antique desk. A vintage revolver rested near her hand. The room reeked of gunpowder and faded perfume. In the hallway, the butler stood frozen in shock.