The rain hammered softly against the grand library’s stained glass windows as shadows moved silently across ancient leather-bound bookshelves. A cold breeze slipped through the cracked door, carrying whispers of secrets long buried beneath dust-covered pages and forgotten memories. Detective Harper arrived promptly, eyes sharp and focused, sensing that tonight’s tranquility concealed a dark, violent truth awaiting discovery quietly. In the dim candlelight, a figure sprawled on the marble floor, blood pooling beneath, eyes wide with shock and silent screams. Nearby, a shattered teacup lay abandoned, scattered porcelain and scattered pages hinting at a struggle before the deadly assault.