The mansion stood eerily silent. Detective Moore approached the door. Blood stained the marble floor. A body lay face down. The victim wore expensive clothes. No weapon could be found. Rain began falling outside heavily. Moore knelt beside the corpse. She noticed strange burn marks. The room smelled like almonds. Someone had closed the curtains. A grandfather clock stopped ticking. It read exactly midnight sharp. Moore pulled out her notebook. This case felt deeply personal. The butler appeared behind her. His hands were shaking badly. She had many questions now.