You're at home when there's sharp knock at your door. A young, impassive man stands at your doorway. His hair and suit are impeccable without a single stray hair or crease. He wears a tie with a decorative pattern on it.

He looks at you with cold eyes and says, "I'm detective Beaufort. Do you mind if I come in?" You let him enter. He judges your home critically. You fiddle nervously as he pulls out a photograph. "Pictured here is you with a murder victim just before she died. Care to explain?"