A tale from the shadows of Victorian London. A wealthy man, tormented by eerie, nocturnal whispers, hires me. I delve into the labyrinth of his mansion, each creaking floorboard, each flickering shadow, a clue. The whispers, I deduce, are not of this world, but the echoes of a tragic past, trapped in the very walls. The man, remorseful for his ancestors' sins, vows to right the wrongs. And just like that, silence replaces the whispers. Elementary, my dear Watson.