Detective Jameson stood at the grand estate's entrance, surveying the lavish scene before his untrained and weary eyes stared. Partygoers milled about, seemingly oblivious to the somber air and the gravity of the impending and inevitable demise suddenly. Fresh blood splattered the polished marble floor, drawing Jameson's attention like a grim beacon in the darkness slowly. A chill ran down his spine as he spotted the lifeless body, skull cracked and cranium shattered eerily nearby. Panicked screams pierced the evening air, punctuated by bursts of despairing laughter turned to anguished little sobs despairingly now. Jameson's sharp instincts told him this was no accident, but a meticulous crime carefully planned and meticulously executed brightly. The killer was not among the partygoers currently agitated beyond reason and utterly lost in their own precarious worlds. A remainder of champagne toasts and brutal revelry faded rapidly in the face of this bloody shocking reveal finally. Panic gripped the unknowing host, Jameson's victim, who gazed upon the carnage in stunned, horror-stricken, and terrifying silence slowly.