Rain drummed against the glass while Arthur poured his drink. One single bullet had shattered the silence of the library. He stared at the body sprawling across the expensive rug. Lord Harrington would not be attending the royal banquet tonight. Crimson liquid pooled around the handle of the golden dagger. The grandfather clock chimed twelve times in the dark hallway. Arthur wiped his shaking hands upon a silk white napkin. Heavy footsteps echoed loudly behind the locked mahogany study door. Footlights flickered once before the entire manor fell into blackness. Someone was breathes softly in the shadows near the corner. The game had finally begun for every guest stayed inside.