The moonlight spilled across the polished floorboards of the abandoned mansion. Detective Harlow stepped inside, her flashlight cutting through the thick darkness. A foul odor hung in the still, silent air, warning of death’s presence. She followed the scent down the long, shadowy hallway to a closed door. Harlow pushed it open slowly, revealing the scene within. A man lay sprawled on the ornate carpet, motionless and pale. Blood had soaked into the expensive fabric, creating a dark halo. She noted the peculiar angle of his broken neck. A single silver locket gleamed near his outstretched hand. Harlow knew this was no ordinary murder; it was a message.