Meanwhile, at the other end of the room from the ordered cleanliness of Masateru Suo's office space, there was the desk of one Ankhesenamen Aziza, Suo's business partner and noted member of the undead.  Standing in stark contrast to the zen garden and neatly-arranged filing cabinet in the human's workplace, the many scattered papers and small piles of bandages laying about made the mummy's section of the room feel more like some long-forgotten tomb, a place where invoices and other such things ultimately came to be lain to their final rest.<br/><br/>There were filing cabinets, of course.  Ankh was even putting them to use, though several files full of more commonly-used material were out of their proper places, having been removed long ago and simply abandoned atop the cabinets in which they belonged.  The actual office space, however, was mainly dominated by a single large, hardwood desk, with a comfortable leather chair situated behind it.  The desk itself was covered in paperwork, old case files and invoices and newspapers and other things of a questionable nature, and acting as paperweights amidst all that clutter were a number of old ashtrays that seemed to have once seen quite a bit of use, and which were even now full of old cigarette butts and ashes.<br/><br/>In the chair reclined Ankhesenamen Aziza herself, laying back in a comfortable-looking pose with her feet propped up on her desk.  One of the many unfortunates in the world who suffered from a condition known as 'Mummy's Curse', almost the entirety of her body had to be constantly wrapped from head to toe in specially-enchanted bandages, a restraining device designed to dampen her libido and keep her lust and hunger for the essence of mortal men from overwhelming her reason.  They were successful in that regard...  But even though she could keep herself from becoming some mindless, sex-crazed monster by wearing the bandages, that didn't stop the curse's effects from slowly bleeding through in other ways.<br/><br/>For example, 'Ankhesenamen Aziza' wasn't the name she'd originally been born with.  It was simply the only name her brain would recognize, now, when people tried to speak to her.<br/><br/>Though the bandages were wrapped around most of Ankh's body, a decent portion of her face and head were left exposed to the air.  Unkempt, shoulder-length black hair hung about her head in a wild tangle, one red eye was left uncovered by the wrappings in order to allow her to see, and the skin of her face was smooth and pale, not much of a surprise for someone who was almost never exposed to the sun.  Over the bandages she wore proper clothing, a three-piece suit that was a faded black color with a red tie, fastened firmly in place with a bronze tie-pin that was shaped like an ankh.  On her head was a fedora hat, also faded black in color, and the trenchcoat that hung off the side of her chair would complete the ensemble when worn, both of which had their own little ankh-shaped decorations.<br/><br/>The Ever-Smoking Cigarette hanging loosely from her lips completed the picture, a private detective with nothing better to do laying around in her office and waiting for work, and that was pretty much what she was doing.  Such a boring day...<br/><br/>"...Hey, Suo,"  She spoke up, after having been silent for what she estimated was at least a good half an hour.  "You wanna start up the record player?  It's been a slow day today."