The moon hung low over the dark mansion tonight. Detective Harlow stepped through the heavy oak door. A chill ran down her spine as she entered. The grand foyer was eerily silent and still. She noticed a single drop of blood on marble. Footprints led toward the winding staircase ahead. A faint scent of perfume filled the cold air. She followed the traces up to the second floor. A woman’s scream echoed from somewhere far above. Harlow knew this case would be her darkest yet.