Checking her watch, Alina Markov tapped her foot impatiently on the marble floor. Blowing away the wisp of curly brown hair peeking behind her glasses, she heard the long-awaited knock on the oak door. Practically jumping out of her seat, she rushed to the front door and tore it open.
"Oh thank god!" Re-pinning her flower barrette, she attempted a friendly smile as she greeted the man at the door. "I think, I think I might be in danger." She went to invite him in when a knife plunged through her gut, and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

The unknown man pulled his hood back over his head, and, laughing manically, left the Markov Manor with a dead body on it's floor, and a mystery in its walls.

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