The Pharaoh, clad in black robes and a black mask, pushed open the door, revealing an office.
Then, the Pharaoh heard a door creaking nearby, turned his head and saw a door marked 'Sparrow Yin' just closing as if blown shut by a gust of wind.
The Pharaoh paused for a moment, then quietly closed the door behind him, and walked toward the desk.
On the desk, there was a landline phone, neatly placed next to a white cloth, looking like a handkerchief.
The Pharaoh stared at the handkerchief for a while, then removed his black crystal mask and hung it on the door he had come through, covering the words 'Corpse Dog'.
Then he picked up the handkerchief, wiped his face with it, covered his head, and picked up the phone,
"I am who."
"I am, Li Pan."
"I am, Whisperer."
"I am, 0791, Monster Company, Acting Manager."
The Pharaoh listened for a long time, his black robe fluttering like a curtain in the wind, like sand and dust, eventually morphing into a suit in the dim light.
