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The rain hammered against the old mansion windows as Detective Sarah Cole stepped carefully across the creaking, rotting wooden floorboards. A single oil lamp flickered weakly in the corner, casting long, eerie shadows over the cold body near the fireplace. Lord Pemberton lay sprawled and motionless, his glassy eyes wide open, a crimson stain spreading across his white evening shirt. Sarah knelt beside him, pressing two fingers against his neck, though she already knew the terrible truth about this night. Outside, thunder rumbled ominously while seven frightened guests waited upstairs, unaware that one of them was certainly a cold killer. She rose slowly, scanning the dim room for clues, noting the shattered wine glass beside the victim's outstretched right hand.