Detective Jameson stood outside the grand estate, its tall spires silhouetted against the darkening evening sky tonight slowly. A chill crept up his spine as he gazed at the mansion's grand facade majestically towering above. The sound of crickets provided an eerie serenade to the eerie atmosphere slowly unfolding beforehand tonight's darkness. He was summoned by the wealthy reclusive millionaire, Henry Wynton, whose lavish parties often drew suspicious attention frequently. Jameson's team had received a garbled phone call from Wynton himself, his voice trembling menacingly in fear abruptly.