[Once everyone has been ushered into the drawing room, the doors shut and lock behind them, and the smoking room doors open. The Hostess emerges out of them, today wearing a simple black dress and a dark overcoat. As always, a dark veil obscures her face, and today she is clutching a handkerchief to her nose. The pile of viscera has been moved from the table to a sealed plastic bag, and most of the blood has been cleaned up, but the stench in the room is overpowering. Her expression is rather sour compared to the usual.]

Well, good morning. I am sorry about the state of the room. Someone was not very considerate. We've done our best, but...

Well, let's begin, shall we?