The body lay sprawled across the marble foyer floor, unmoving. Detective Sarah Chen knelt beside the victim, checking for pulses. Blood pooled beneath his head in a dark crimson circle. The mansion's grandfather clock chimed midnight with echoing, ominous tones. Outside, thunder rumbled while rain lashed against tall gothic windows. Sarah noticed the victim's fingers clutched a torn photograph tightly. She carefully pried it loose, revealing half of someone's face. "Who did this to you?" she whispered to the corpse. Footsteps echoed from the hallway. Someone else was here tonight. Sarah reached for her gun, rising slowly to her feet. A woman in a silk robe appeared, screaming at Sarah. "My husband! Oh God, what happened to my dear husband?" The widow collapsed dramatically, but Sarah noticed something peculiar immediately. There wasn't a single tear falling from the woman's eyes.