Detective Laura stands at the gate, coat pulled tight against the chilling wind. Her gaze lingers on the warped front door, its wood swollen and splintered with age. Somewhere inside, secrets wait to be found.

Detective Laura steps lightly, each footfall muffled by the thick carpet of neglect. She listens, heart thudding, as the wind moans through cracked windows. Shadows stretch and recoil, as if wary of her presence.

Detective Laura slides open the envelope, revealing elegant, trembling script. She reads the letter, eyes widening as it hints at a conspiracy—money, betrayal, and a hidden accomplice. The name of Mr. Holloway, the wealthy owner, appears again and again, tied to a fate darker than anyone suspected.

"You mustn’t stop... Find the truth..." The voices seem to seep from the wallpaper itself, pressing Laura onward despite the fear prickling her skin. She grips the letter tightly, its words echoing in her mind.

Detective Laura scans the documents, piecing together the conspiracy behind Mr. Holloway’s death. Motives unravel: greed, jealousy, desperation. She discovers the identity of the true culprit—a trusted confidant who manipulated the household from the shadows.

Detective Laura faces the conspirator, letter in hand. "Your lies end here. The truth found its way through every shadow this place could cast," she declares, her voice steady, as the mansion finally exhales its long-held secrets.