A storm raged outside the manor. Heavy rain pounded on the windows. Inside, a gathering of heirs. Heralded by the butler's call: "Dinner is served, gather round the table." Twelve faces glanced at each other. ANevertheless, their arrival went unnoticed. The oldest heir nervously adjusted his collar. He coughed lightly, attempting to break the silence. "Let's discuss the will. Hear my findings. Dr. Vex, please share... ...Your knowledge of the poison found in her. It will be of the utmost help," said the eldest son.