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The relentless rain battered the ancient manor walls while Detective Miller stepped over the threshold to see the body there. He knelt beside the lifeless form, noticing that the victim's eyes were wide open and staring at the cold ceiling. A single crimson rose lay near the outstretched hand, its petals dripping with blood that pooled across the red rug. Miller touched the cold skin, but his finger stopped when he saw a very strange symbol carved on dark wood. This marking belonged to the secret society that hunted families like his for decades, and now the hunt had arrived. He looked up from the floor, realizing that the locked door was ajar, revealing a shadow moving silently behind him.