The furious storm raged outside the old mansion, rattling every single window with its ghostly, icy fingers. Inside, the guests sat listening to the raging storm, completely unaware of the fate that now awaited them. Then, suddenly, all the lights went out, plunging the entire room into a deep, suffocating, absolute darkness. A woman’s terrified, piercing scream echoed through the oppressive darkness, a sound that cut through the storm. When the flickering lights finally came back on, they found Lord Harrington slumped dead in his high-backed chair. A small, ornate dagger was protruding from his chest, its ruby hilt gleaming in the dim new light. Miss Blackwood stepped forward calmly, her eyes already assessing the terrible, shocking scene that lay before everyone. She noted that the library door was still locked firmly from the inside, with no other possible exits.