The old mansion stood silent against the dark winter sky. Detective Sarah Chen arrived just as the clock struck twelve. She stepped carefully over the threshold into the grand foyer. A body lay crumpled at the base of the stairs. The victim wore an expensive suit stained deep with blood. His eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier hanging above. No one had heard the scream that cold December night. The butler stood trembling near the doorway to the parlor. He claimed to have discovered the body only minutes before. Sarah knelt beside the dead man and studied his face. She recognized him immediately as the wealthy industrialist Richard Blackwood. His wife had reported him missing just three days ago. Now here he was lying broken in his own home. A single red rose had been placed upon his chest. Sarah knew this killer had left a very deliberate message. She pulled on her gloves and began to examine him. There were bruises on his neck shaped just like fingers. The front door had been locked from the inside completely. Every window on the ground floor remained shut and latched. Someone in this house tonight was hiding a terrible secret.