Detective Amelia March crept through the darkened apartment building. Unnerved, she mirrored each step with careful precision. Slowly climbing the stairs, the old wood creaked. Fluorescent lights hissed to life overhead, casting an eerie glow. Detective March stepped into the penthouse's vast living room. Silence filled the air, so heavy it was palpable. Autumn leaves shivered downwards lazily over the city. Detective March moved toward the blood-stained body in wait. It was the young man with dark, curious eyes. His neck pointed upward, his face gone violently blue. Detective began her gaze, searching for a clue.