obviously, you will die at a glamourous secret meeting of 10 elite celebrities, each with dark secrets unknown except to the strange man who has summoned you all to his ancestral estate to blackmail you unless you can solve a series of ingenious riddles to find the paper where they are all written down. you will drink a poisoned martini. you will gasp dramatically, clutch at your throat, and topple off of your italian stilletto heels into a seductive stretched position on the floor. think agatha christie.