franziska was sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball. her face and body looked all scarred up, her gloves were torn, and some of the scars and marks looked.. fresh. her hair was also messed up, and she didn’t put on any foundation—not like it looked like she didn’t when she did, but this time was.. different. it was her bare skin, not makeup. von karma then lifted one of her hands up to her face, rubbing the fabric glove against her scabs and scars. her face looked like it itched, and her eyes were-.. duller than her usual energetic and happily violent look. her other hand continued draping the edge of her whip over the floor, while she stared at it.

her tights had some areas where it looked like she mended them up herself, and her movement always caused some bleeding underneath them and onto her bare legs. she tried not to move, letting out some small (and mostly uncomfy) grunts of slight pain. she tried to hide it, but it was sort of not working.

with the use of the magatama, she had psyche locks all over her body, at least a thousand, all red and black, either a gradient-like lock, or a plain red or black lock. the locks zoomed in, only 5 showing up at a time.

“mmmf.” she let out in the form of small grunts and mumbles, some of her scratching motion getting quicker with her itching hand. the necklace around her neck making small clanking sounds while von karma backed into the corner more, as if trying to make herself look smaller.

the necklace looked.. familiar. it looked like—kalvier’s. how did she get it?