Gemotions

Mark whistled off-key as he polished the antique brass door knocker, its gleaming surface reflecting his wide grin. He'd spent the entire morning exploring his new garden, marveling at the vibrant blooms and lush greenery. The air hummed with the sounds of nature, and a sense of peace settled over him. This house, with its rambling rooms and secret alcoves, held endless possibilities.

He felt a deep sense of satisfaction. It was everything he’d ever wanted. He was interrupted by a man in a trench coat, who approached him hesitantly. “Sir, can we talk about a murder that took place here?”