Chief Inspector Jameson stood outside the grand estate, mansion's facade gleaming in the early morning's gentle autumn sunlight beautifully. Detectives were already scattered across the manicured lawn, yellow tape lines cordoning off the area carefully and precisely marked. The owner, reclusive millionaire Henry Langley, was said to have hosted a masquerade ball just hours prior last night. Langley's body lay on the cold marble floor inside, a single bullet wound visible to the naked viewing eye. Mystery enveloped the tragedy; Langley's list of enemies and acquaintances was equally long, and motives abounded plentifully everywhere around. No one suspected that such a sinister act would occur in this quaint, normally peaceful community, so very unexpectedly shocking.