The fog rolled in quietly as dawn broke over the estate. In the grand hallway, Lady Evelyn’s body lay silent on carpet. Detective Harris stepped inside, eyes scanning the room for clues. A faint scent of perfume mingled with the smell of gunpowder. The chandelier above flickered softly, casting shadows across the scene. Footprints led from the door to the body, muddied and uneven. A broken teacup sat near her, spilled on the polished floor. Harris knelt down, noting a small bloodstain on her sleeve. Voices echoed outside; suspicious neighbors gathered, whispering nervously outside. Time seemed to freeze as silence settled on the mansion’s heavy walls.