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So.

★: If I seen a shooting star, what I would wish for over anything else.

☠: My biggest fear.

✈: Where in the world I'd most like to go on holiday.

♠: What I would say to you if I were to die tomorrow.

❤: Most romantic thing I've ever done.

♔: What I would do if I ruled the world for a day.

☾: Am I/Have I ever been scared of the dark/monsters.

♧: An item I keep that I think brings me luck.

If only Franziska was able to deal with these events in a correct way. Which incidentally meant not drowning your anger in pints of beer at an German beer garden.

Whoops.

There went another tankard. The dull thud of the container meeting the ground called the waiter to attention. A dutiful man who placed one hand on her shoulder and tried to call her attention to the spill.

If only he had known to respect her personal boundaries. If only she didn't have her whip on hand. If only.

The crack of a whip rang out above the noise followed by a man's scream... followed by the whip... The beginning of a vicious cycle had her attention not been broken by some girl.

Teal hair blowing in the wind. She managed to make Franziska's whip hand pause in the air as she stared at her.

Could it be? Was it her?

Memory loss of Hive City

There's a faint image of a green-haired girl that she had spent time with, besides that the relationship she has with her is foggy at best.

The memory of a kiss is burned in her mind. She remembers who it was with but cannot remember the reason or cause for such an action.(not that she knew about it before)