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Midnight bells tolled as the storm raged over Blackmoor Hall. Lady Ashford clutched pearl necklace, eyes scanning the dim library. Thunderous crash echoed from east wing, silencing the trembling chatter. Inspector Graves stepped forward, his rain-soaked coat dripping onto marble. He noted a shattered wine glass beside the empty armchair. Lady Ashford whispered, “I heard footsteps above, then a scream.” Inspector frowned, noting faint perfume lingering where none stood anywhere. A bloodstain marked the Persian rug, glowing crimson under moonlight. Outside, wind howled through broken shutters, rattling the iron hinges. Clock struck one, marking the hour when victim fell silent. All present exchanged uneasy glances, wondering who among them acted. Butler entered, announcing a late guest arriving at this moment. Newcomer wore a black veil, eyes hidden behind silver mask. Graves stepped forward, demanding the stranger reveal his true identity. Stranger's lips curled, whispering, “Game has only just begun now.” Lightning illuminated hallway, exposing fresh crimson stain on the wall. Chill slithered through room, as if death lingered nearby still. Ashford clutched pendant, trembling, while whispers of conspiracy filled air. Detective raised his brow, silently counting seven possible suspects in. The storm intensified, echoing the fury of the unseen murderer.