The heavy rain lashed against the cold window pane while thunder rolled across the dark, stormy, and quiet night sky. Detective Miller sat alone in his office, staring blankly at the empty bottle of cheap old whiskey on his desk. A sudden knock on the heavy wooden door shattered the silence, causing him to jump and spill the remaining liquid. He quickly stood up and wiped his messy shirt, then walked across the dim room to see who was there. She stepped inside and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as she pointed toward the window with a violent shake. Miller rushed over to help her stand, but she just screamed that her poor sister was lying dead outside now.