The heavy rain lashed against the old mansion’s windows. A lone candle flickered in the dark library. Lord Ashworth’s body lay slumped in his chair. His face was pale, his eyes wide open. A silver dagger protruded from his chest deeply. The room was silent except for the ticking clock. Detective Miller stepped inside, shaking off his wet coat. He noticed the scattered papers on the floor. A single footprint was visible near the dead man. The mystery of Ashworth’s sudden death had begun.