The body lay sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around the head. Detective Johnson arrived at the scene, his mind already racing with questions. The victim was a young woman, no older than thirty, dressed in a elegant blue dress. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a look of terror forever etched on her face. Johnson carefully examined the room, searching for any clues or signs of a struggle. The room was in disarray, with papers scattered across the desk and a lamp knocked over. He noticed a small, gold necklace lying near the victim's hand, its delicate chain broken. The window was open, the curtains billowing in the gentle breeze, suggesting the killer had escaped that way. Johnson's partner, Detective Martinez, entered the room, her expression grim as she surveyed the scene. "Looks like we've got another case on our hands," she said, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Johnson nodded, his eyes never leaving the body as he tried to piece together the events that had led to this tragic end.