In the Grand Hall beneath the Fischer family manor, a new family meeting was convened once more.
The number of participants this time was truly significant, and the meeting was chaired by the new family head, Christine, who sat in a wheelchair.
As an older woman in her forties, wrinkles naturally crept upon her face, yet her overall demeanor appeared even more elevated than when she was younger.
The Christine of the past was perceived as cunning and calculating, but the Christine of today had grown inscrutable, an enigma referred to as the "Fischer family's unfathomable fog" by outsiders.
Her surveillance organization, the "Purgers," had recently expanded rapidly, with its membership, including peripheral members, exceeding several hundred people, monitoring the entire East Coast for corruption, malfeasance, and heretical dissent.
As the head of the family, once the family meeting ratified it, Christine naturally had the authority to do so.
"Let's begin,"
