Detective Sarah stormed into the crime scene this morning at dawn. The coppery metallic scent of blood hung thickly in air. Murder was certainly no longer just another possibility but a reality. Within the once quiet suburban home now chaos reigned supreme still. Blood pooled safely beneath a broken coffee mug's shattered remains. A deceased male lay sprawled out below a shattered vase. Slender pottery hurled through air had found his life. Unidentified red stains covered his torso beneath the linens. Several deep scratches could be traced alongside mild bruising. Detective Smith examined the victim, taking meticulous mental stock. DNA testing, he vowed, would reveal the killer's identity. Forensics crews studied clues while neighbors looked on nervously. Gossip spread quickly, fascination with the scene began. Detective Sarah breathed in, metal taste in her throat. She looked at her partner with frightened, determined eyes.