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The rain lashed against the attic window, masking the city's usual midnight symphony with its relentless, unforgiving rhythm. Detective Miles Corbin pushed open the creaking gate, his trench coat already soaked through to the bone tonight, shivering. A faint light glowed from the mansion's topmost floor, casting long, eerie shadows across the overgrown lawn now. He found the side door ajar, an invitation to a horror he certainly wished he had never received. Damp silence swallowed him whole as he stepped inside, the chill instantly biting at his exposed neck. She lay sprawled on the Persian rug, a silent, macabre tableau beneath the fractured chandelier above. Her wide eyes stared sightlessly at the ornate ceiling, reflecting only the dust motes slowly dancing. A single, emerald brooch glittered darkly beside her hand, a final, chilling message left here. Corbin felt a cold dread settle deep into his gut, a familiar companion on these dark nights. Another victim, another twisted game; the killer had undoubtedly just begun playing their deadly game.