Giving me one final glance in preparation, he kneeled and shoved his thick fingers into the tuna, wedging them into the cut he had already made in its belly to halve it. Then he lifted. Minister, I do not have the words to describe the mixture of shock, sickness, and amusement I felt at what I saw when Kimura opened that tuna. I say amusement because as my initial horror receded, I was certain (more certain than when Saburo had first appeared in my office that morning) that someone was playing a joke. This feeling did not last long.
Inside was the body of a woman, naked, gutted, perfectly halved, just like the fish, from crotch to crown. She was not a midget, nor a girl, but a miniature adult…
