Kian had disapeared into her room for what felt to her like several painful eternities and to her relief she was in normal condition. The hunger had not presented itself, due to the fact that she couldn't really absorb whatever Vlads power was. It was odd, very odd. Vlad had always seemed a little strange, could it just be coincidence that some one with powers was running an asylum for people with powers. Every ounce of rationality had left her, nothing was making sense though she knew it was all quite simple. Kian walked seemingly aimlessly through the halls with a sort of sad unfocused look in her eyes. Soon enough she was art room and lost in her painting. This place was beginning to take its toll on her in ways she had not expected.