The sun rose over the sleepy town of Millfield, its golden rays casting long shadows across the quaint streets. Detective Liam Holloway stirred from his slumber, the incessant ringing of his phone piercing the morning calm. He answered groggily, his mind still foggy from the late night at the station. "Detective Holloway," came the voice on the other end, "we've got a situation at the old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town." Liam sat up, suddenly alert. "What kind of situation?" The voice hesitated, then replied solemnly, "It's a murder, Detective." Within minutes, Liam was out the door, his mind racing with possibilities as he sped towards the crime scene. As he arrived, he saw the flashing lights of the police cruisers illuminating the dark, derelict building. He stepped out of his car, steeling himself for the grim task ahead.