Sibling Bloodbath ►
@logicchess
Say your prayers, Miles Edgeworth.
High heels clicked against the ground of floor four as Franziska made her way through. The hall was silent, apart from the sounds produced by her graceful walking, and boy, she made sure she was heard. Franziska von Karma was not considerate of anyone. Especially if you invaded her territory.
When she halted in front of room #402, she firmly cracked her whip to let her presence be known. Knocking? That was for foolish fools who were unworthy of a whip. She had better ways to perform the most mundane actions known to humanity. If she wasn’t a woman of the law, who currently stood in front of a locked door, she would have broken down this door immediately. Anything to prove her dominance.
“Show yourself, you disgraceful mutt! Who dares entering the fourth floor?” That was more of an accusation than a real question. Regardless of the new resident’s identity, she would make sure to chase them out.
