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The rain hammered the manor's black windows as Detective Mara arrived late for the midnight charity gala tonight in silence. She stepped inside where crystal chandeliers glittered over guests whispering about the missing heirloom necklace and the host's nervous smile. The butler approached quietly, handing her a sealed envelope that smelled faintly of expensive perfume and decay inside the ballroom. Inside it lay a single black feather and a note reading: Mrs. Whitaker will not survive past midnight tonight alone. Before Mara could question him, a scream erupted from the east wing, shattering the orchestra's delicate waltz for everyone present. She ran toward the sound, knowing the rain would soon wash away any remaining clues outside before morning light arrived.