In the quaint village of Meadowgrove, dawn broke with a somber chill. Mist clung to the cobblestones, shrouding the quiet streets. The ancient manor, Wakefield House, loomed ominously atop the hill. Within its grand halls, a piercing scream echoed, shattering the tranquil morning. The housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson, discovered a grim tableau in the study. Lord Edgar Wakefield lay lifeless, his body draped over the mahogany desk. A single gunshot wound marred his temple, a revolver nearby. Candles flickered, illuminating the eerie scene with a ghostly dance. The manor's guests, roused by the commotion, gathered in the parlor. Whispers of shock and suspicion filled the air, as each guest eyed the others warily.