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As I crossed the threshold of the isolated mansion, a surge of anticipation coursed through my veins. Aryan Verma, renowned detective, they called me—the one who dared to unravel the most complex enigmas. I was here on a mission, to uncover the truth lurking within the depths of this eerie mansion. The mansion stood as a sentinel of secrets, its walls cloaked in silence. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo through the corridors, as if whispering ancient tales. The air crackled with anticipation, setting my senses on edge. My gaze swept over the eclectic gathering of guests, each one adorned with a mask hiding their true intentions. A shroud of suspicion clung to the atmosphere, and I couldn't help but feel that every word spoken, every glance exchanged, held a hidden meaning. The study beckoned me, its grand entrance concealing the scene that awaited within. As I pushed open the door, the sight that met my eyes sent a chill down my spine. A lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, the room heavy with the scent of tragedy. I knelt beside the victim, my eyes tracing the subtle details. The position of the body, the signs of struggle—it all spoke of a violent confrontation. But it was the object clutched in the victim's hand that captured my attention—a delicate locket, its surface etched with intricate designs. What secrets did it hold? What connection did it have to the web of deceit I sensed engulfing this place?