Yohji peered over at the thing Omi had been looking at, making a face at the sight of it. What the hell was that? looked like something from an American movie he'd once seen. Creepy as all hell.

He nodded over at Omi and moved towards the deask, starting to rifle through whatever he could find. There was nothing interesting on top of the desk, but the drawers were open. He pulled out a stack of papers from inside one and flicked through them, eyes widening at the sight of the case reports from murders, things that he was all too familiar with. "This woman's kinda' a ghoul," he said softly, glancing up at Omi. "Murder reports for children. Lots of them. Really freaky ones." He grabbed one of the boxes he'd pilfered and held that up. "And pills to keep awake. Lots of people could probably use those."