The heavy rain hammered against the cold, dark window pane. Lord Sterling lay slumped across his mahogany desk, quite dead. A single red rose rested near his pale, cold hand. Silver steel glinted softly under the dim and flickering light. Silence filled the grand room like a thick, heavy fog. The maid stood in the doorway, screaming without any sound. Detective Miller stepped into the room and checked his watch. He knew this long night was only just beginning now.