The old clock struck midnight with a hollow sound. Rain lashed against the stained glass window panes. A single candle flickered on the mahogany desk. Lord Ashworth slumped forward, his face ashen white. A silver dagger protruded from his silk robe. The study door creaked open slowly, revealing shadows. A woman's scream echoed through the empty halls. The butler dropped his tray with a loud crash. Someone had committed murder in this quiet house. The game of death had just begun now.