**The Clean Crime**

*No Weapon. Only the Mind.*

What if the perfect crime leaves no blood… no fingerprints… no proof?

On a freezing winter night, a man dies under mysterious circumstances. The doctors say cardiac arrest. The neighbors whisper sympathy. The police close the file.

But inside that house, something is wrong.

His wife cries at the funeral, yet her eyes remain dry. His daughter stands silent, watching everything, connecting the pieces no one else sees. Because this death was not natural. It was planned. Carefully. Quietly.

Years ago, another husband died the same way.

No weapon.
No poison.
No evidence.

Only fear. Only control. Only the slow destruction of a mind.

As the daughter begins her silent game of revenge, the house turns into a battlefield of guilt and psychological torment. Locked doors open on their own. Voices return from the dead. Dreams become punishments. And the woman who once controlled everything slowly loses control of herself.

This is not a story of ghosts.
It is a story of guilt.
Of manipulation.
Of a crime so clean that the law can never see it.

But the mind always remembers.

And when it breaks…
it breaks perfectly.