Sakana a downed the last of the broth in her ramen bowl, setting it on the counter before leaving the small stand. It may have been morning, but Sakana hadn't felt like having real breakfast. 

Having left Sakana walked to a small empty park. On the way there she had bought a bag of fish, and was happily eating them, clad in her swimsuit. A young man walked up to Sakana. 
"What's a young lady like you doing out here alone? It's dangerous," he told her. But Sakana had already started. She began to talk to him, bewitching him into believing that he needed to kill. That that was the only thing he could do. And that once he killed, he needed to die as well. 

Sakana did this a lot. Her call card, if you could call it that, was suicide after the crime. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in scars from where Sakana had slit her wrist over and over again as a child. But now, for some reason, she found joy in seeing others die by their own hands after committing a crime.