Your taxi clatters across the gravel road, rattling and ringing across the silence of the night before pulling up to the oaken front doors of the Tudor mansion. You've hardly stepped out of the vehicle before the sergeant approaches you with a grave expression.
"Detective, I'm afraid you've arrived just in time for a real mess," the sergeant says, their voice low and serious.
You furrow your brow. "What are we looking at?"
"We're still finding that out for ourselves, but it doesn't look pretty. It's going to be a long night."
You nod, your eyes scanning the details of the mansion's imperturbable face. "Alright. Let's see what we're dealing with here."