Dark Villainous Murders

The fog clung to the cobblestone streets of London, a perfect cloak for a darker purpose. the renowned detective sat in his armchair, a sinister glint in his eyes. He had meticulously planned this, every detail, every deception.
The victim had been a thorn in side for years. His arrogance, his disregard for the law, and his constant underestimation of detective abilities had finally pushed the detective to the brink.
The murder scene was staged with precision. A classic locked-room mystery, a poison administered in a rare and exotic tea. The police were baffled, as usual, had left a trail of false clues, misdirection that would lead them astray.