The sun set over the small town of Millfield along the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow on the quaint, sleepy streets below. Detective Art Jackson drove his weathered sedan down the street with a heavy heart, the call disturbing his evening like every time. He pulled up to the old Mayer residence, a sprawling Gothic mansion of decaying grandeur on the outskirts of town. Police vehicles and ambulances littered the driveway, their red and blue lights flashing and rampant, casting a lurid spectacle. Jackson stepped out into the chill of the autumn evening, a cold wind whipping at the collar of his worn coat. A uniformed officer greeted him at the door with a grim face, hatin hand, a sense of unease in his voice. "Detective Jackson, presumesidents are that a body was discovered in a brutal state within the house's study." Jackson furrowed his brow, the light from the house illuminating his age, his eyes sharp and glistening with intrigue. He followed the officer inside, the creaking threshold underfoot a harbinger of the morbid scene awaiting his keen gaze.