In the quiet town of Ravenwood, fog curled around the ancient manor’s porch as dawn’s first light began to flicker gently. Detective Harper arrived swiftly, eyes narrowing at the scattered footprints leading to the grand entrance, disturbed yet purposeful in design. Inside, Ella’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the museum’s marble floor, a crimson stain bleeding across her once pristine dress. A chilling wind whispered through broken windows, carrying secrets from the shadows that lurked within the mansion’s creaking walls. With a deep sigh, Harper knelt beside her, noting the shallow breath and the silent scream frozen upon her delicate face.