The clock struck midnight, its chime echoing through the ancient mansion. Rain lashed against the tall, arched windows, creating a relentless rhythm. In the dimly lit study, candles flickered, casting eerie shadows. Detective Harding stood over the body, a puzzled expression on his face. The victim, a prominent local businessman, lay sprawled across the Persian rug. His lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ornate ceiling above him. Blood had pooled around him, soaking into the rich fabric beneath his body.