The lighthouse keeper discovered the body at dawn on Tuesday. Blood pooled beneath the victim's head on the wooden floor. Inspector Sarah Mills arrived just as the storm clouds gathered. She noticed the broken window and scattered pieces of glass. The dead man wore an expensive suit and gold watch. No identification could be found in any of his pockets. Sarah photographed the strange symbol carved into the oak table. The lighthouse door had been locked from the inside somehow. Only two sets of footprints marked the rain soaked path. The keeper trembled as he poured himself another whiskey shot. "I swear nobody came here last night," he muttered nervously. Sarah doubted his words but kept her suspicions carefully hidden. The waves crashed violently against the rocky cliffs far below. Something about this isolated murder scene felt terribly wrong already.