Gemotions

The renovation was complete. It was a triumph. The house, once a forgotten relic, was now a showcase of modern elegance. Every detail, from the minimalist design to the state-of-the-art security system, was perfect. Michael had always had a knack for it.

A detective, a man with tired eyes, showed up at his door. A cold case, from decades ago. A murder, committed within these very walls. The details were brutal, the investigation long and frustrating. Michael listened, politely, patiently.

"How… unfortunate," he said, his voice smooth as silk. He had already poured himself a glass of expensive scotch. He raised it in a silent toast, admiring the way the light played on the crystal. He turned his attention back to his new art collection.