The mansion stood eerily silent tonight. Detective Sarah Chen approached slowly. Rain pelted the cobblestone driveway relentlessly. Gothic windows stared down ominously. She noticed the front door. It hung wide open mysteriously. Yellow police tape fluttered wildly. Inside, expensive artwork lined mahogany walls. A crystal chandelier illuminated everything. The victim lay motionless below. Blood pooled around his head. His silk pajamas were torn. Sarah knelt beside the body. She examined the fatal wound. Something glinted near his hand. A golden cufflink caught her. Strange scratches marked the floor. Footprints led toward the staircase. This murder seemed carefully planned. The killer had left clues.