A Murder in Opulence
The old, Victorian manor would have been the picture of beauty had it not been for the sin that lay within. With its tall doors, long corridors, and stained glass windows, the aching house was heavenly - even in the pitch of night, when shadows crept down the winding staircases and portraits on the walls seemed to stare with hollow, vacant eyes. Had it not been for the crimson blood, the manor would have remained elegant into its final days, but when such luxury was tainted with death, all that remained was opulence - cool and glimmering, sharp.
