Detective Adrian entered the dimly lit Victorian mansion, flashlight piercing shadows. Rain pelted the windowpanes, creating an eerie symphony. A chilling breeze whispered through the hallways, hinting at secrets untold. Blood-red roses lined the entrance, their thorns like silent threats. Murder had occurred here; a life snuffed out, now Adrian's to unravel. The body lay still in an upstairs room, garments stained with crimson wine. His keen eyes observed, searching for clues amidst the opulent decay. Disturbing clues littered the floor, each telling its silent, ghastly tale. Dust motes danced in the erratic beam as Adrian approached; every detail mattered. The butler, a towering figure with shadowed eyes, watched Adrian's every move. A silent pleading as he ushered the detective toward the crime scene. Suspicion hovered in the thick air, thickening Adrian's resolve. Unseen threads of deceit weaved a complex puzzle just waiting to unravel. Adrian knew, in this house, the truth was as elusive as the dawn.