Rain lashed the grimy windowpane of the small, cluttered room. A single bare bulb cast an eerie, flickering glow. Detective Harding stared at the still, lifeless form. The victim lay sprawled across the Persian rug oddly. A single ornate dagger protruded from his chest. Who would commit such a bloody, brutal act? The air hung thick with the scent of spilled blood. Harding surveyed every inch with a grim expression. This perplexing case promised to be a difficult one.