The old manor house stood silent against the dark, brooding sky, hiding secrets deep within its cold and ancient walls. Rain lashed hard against the windows while the inspector examined the bloody knife lying on the thick red velvet rug. Shadows danced across the room as thunder rolled outside, masking any sound of the killer's hurried escape from the law. He knew that finding the murderer would be difficult given the total lack of witnesses in this large, empty house. A single candle flickered on the table, illuminating the terrified expression frozen forever on the poor victim's pale, cold face.