The old mansion stood silent against the dark stormy night. Detective Sarah Chen stepped out of her black sedan slowly. Rain poured down heavily, soaking her worn brown leather coat. She had seen many crime scenes throughout her long career. But something about this one felt different, almost eerily wrong. The butler waited nervously at the massive oak front door. His pale hands trembled as he gestured for her inside. A body lay crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. The victim was wealthy industrialist Marcus Webb, aged sixty two. Blood pooled beneath his head like a dark crimson halo. His eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier hanging above. No one had heard him fall during the dinner party. Twelve guests had been present when the lights went out. Now twelve suspects waited anxiously in the grand dining room. Sarah knelt beside the body and studied it very carefully. This was no accident, she realized with growing cold certainty. Someone in this house had committed a very calculated murder. She stood up slowly and turned to face the butler. The truth was hiding somewhere within these ancient elegant walls. Tonight, she would find it, no matter what the cost.