Characters: Franziska von Karma, anyone
Place: Near Franziska's Apartment
Time: Morning
Warnings: Possible paranoia, violent reactions, whippings (or lack there-of)
Franziska was not pleased, not pleased at all. It did not make her happy at all that she was suddenly without much memory on how she got to this lift, and why she was not wearing her usual prosecutor's uniform. What was worse was that she did not have her whip. Woe filled her body and made her retch in anger.
Though fazed in some sort of easily settling fog, she pressed on the button on the lift. There were clear instructions given, and, while she wanted to question each and everything on the piece of paper given to her, she had no choice. There was... no other option available. Her frown ever-so-apparent under her growing annoyance, she continued to read the piece of paper given to her. All who approach beware.