As Abacus opened the door to room number two he immediately noticed a square room with two more doors. The door on the left had the picture of a woman on it. The door on the right had the picture of a man. As the group made their way in an illusion formed in front of them, manifesting what looked like a Judge's bench, a transparent Judge in a powdered wig sitting behind it.
"Last night, a young noble was murdered," he said, as another illusion appeared before them of a young man in fancy clothing just before his body collapsed to the floor.
"After an investigation, the police found two suspects." The judge's hand pointed towards the door with the girl on it. "One was a young woman who the noble would beat constantly. Those in the community know her as honest, with a sweet temper, but her only alibi was that she was asleep; completely alone in her room when the crime was committed."
"The other," he said, his hand pointing to the door with the man on it, "was his father, a cruel man know for his violent fits of rage. He is known in the community for his cruelty and temper, but another noble, a good friend of his, vouched for his whereabouts at the time of the murder."
Just then, a woman and a man walk out from their respective doors, their arms behind them. They are not transparent. They each take a step forward, then go to their knees. The Judge's eyes turn towards the group. "You are the jury. You are the executioners. You must decide who is guilty, and then deliver their punishment. Whatever you decide must be unanimous."