𝐚 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬, A GRAPHIC WAR

🩸 # 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

Time seemed to slow drastically as the crime scene unfolded like a dark tableau of unspoken horrors. The estate itself seemed to exhale a sigh of ancient sorrow, its walls bearing silent witness to the secrets that have long been buried within.

Tiptoeing around the room, everyone was enveloped in a haunting silence. The air hung heavy, thick with anticipation and unease.

Eyes flickered over the intricate tapestries that hang like faded memories, their once vibrant hues now muted. The candlelight casted an ethereal glow upon the tarnished silverware and the shattered remnants of opulence, each fragment a fractured reflection of the manor's past grandeur.

Now all left of it was an interior so torn apart by time and violence, one had to wonder what else these walls had become a witness of. This chamber clearly bore the marks of a fight, overturned furniture, ripped curtains and abandoned amidst the chaos lied a shattered mirror, while a single crimson puddle crawled its way upon the thick padding of a carpet.

Shadows danced and twisted across the walls, forming a macabre ballet of light and darkness, as if they tried to reenact the gruesome events of this night.

The detectives' gazes lingered upon the scenery before them, each detail a cryptic clue in a larger, more sinister puzzle. The suspects, too, seemed to be more noticeably affected than they would have liked to be. Some recoiled in horror, others in fascination, their expressions full of conflicting emotions that betrayed their inner turmoil and trepidation.

In the midst of this haunting spectacle, the atmosphere started to crackle with growing tension, a palpable sense of unease that seemed to seep into the very marrow of those who dared to gaze upon it.