Sakuramoria

Probably, she just saw these two people on the street, found their appearance interesting, and decided to make a figurine. Does that make sense?
Futaba also frowned, closed her eyes, and folded her arms across her chest.
Yes, absolutely, you need to be more careful. This was exactly the kind of situation where you had to swallow the bitter pill of truth, no matter how unpleasant it was. It was quite predictable that the director's crimes and perversions went much deeper than previously thought, but this was truly disgusting. Allowing people to make casts from corpses for money and perverse pleasure, so that people who saw the deceased in the newspaper would pay a large sum for their figurines out of curiosity, and then taking a percentage for herself? Either it would be done by acquaintances and friends of these people, out of sentimental feelings, or by some perverts and old men, just to peek under the skirt of a figurine of a former grandmaster of magic who was unattainable for them but eternally alluring?
Shaking her head, Futaba clearly understood one thing - sooner or later, cruel retribution would befall this terrible woman. Not divine justice, which powerless ordinary people like to hope for, and which does not exist, but quite the opposite - the breaking point of someone will be reached, and it will turn into a natural disaster that will backfire on a huge number of people and turn their lives into hell, most likely, but it will not bypass the object of their hatred either.
"Okay, never mind. I probably got it wrong," she finally said, returning her thoughts to the current situation. "I have another question."
She showed the katana, drawing it a third of the way out of its scabbard.
"I'm looking for a weapon similar to this one. There wasn't anything like it in Iria, but she told me that you are familiar with it, and maybe you know where I can buy it."