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# The Last Guest Rain hammered the old mansion's windows while thunder rolled across the darkened hills like distant drums. Detective Sarah Chen stepped through the doorway, her flashlight cutting through the musty, shadowed hallway. The body lay motionless near the fireplace, blood pooling slowly across the antique Persian rug beneath. Seven guests had gathered that evening for what should have been an ordinary dinner party celebration. Now six remained, each one nervously avoiding eye contact with the detective and each other. "Nobody leaves this house," Sarah announced, studying the frightened faces illuminated by flickering candlelight around her. The victim, wealthy businessman Charles Whitmore, had been stabbed once through his cold, unbeating heart. Rain continued pounding against the windows as if nature itself demanded answers to this mystery. Sarah knelt beside the body, noting the expensive watch still ticking on his lifeless wrist. Someone in this house was lying, and she intended to discover exactly who that person was. The butler cleared his throat nervously, glancing toward the grand staircase leading to darkened upper floors. "Detective," he whispered, "there's something you should know about what happened here tonight before dinner." Lightning flashed outside, momentarily illuminating fear etched deeply into every guest's pale, sweating face. Sarah stood slowly, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the room full of suspects. Whatever secrets this mansion held, she would uncover them before the storm finally passed tonight.