The golden clock on the mahogany mantle struck midnight just as the heavy velvet curtains began to sway quite ominously. Detective Miller adjusted his saturated trench coat while stepping over the crimson puddle spreading across the expensive Persian floral rug. No one heard the muffled scream because the torrential rain hammered relentlessly against the tall stained glass windows of the library. A single silver letter opener protruded from the victim’s chest, pinning a cryptic handwritten note to his silk evening waistcoat. The scent of bitter almonds and expensive tobacco lingered in the stagnant air, suggesting a very sophisticated yet deadly presence. Six dinner guests stood frozen in the grand foyer, their terrified faces illuminated by a sudden flash of jagged lightning. Every person in this secluded mansion possessed a hidden motive for wanting the wealthy old man dead before the dawn. Miller pulled out his weathered notebook and began to scan the silent room for any sign of a discarded weapon.