

When one falls under the effects of a Major Tranquilizer drug, the individual will experience under than a temporary physical disable, is a great reduction of activity in their brain which will remove the feelings of anxiety, fear, tension, agitation that the person is blighted by. For the Vampire Witch, Iris Cadohagan, the darts that punctured her snow-white skin had what she would describe as the very first feeling of relief in all her long living life. The countless hours, painful studies and grueling experimentations felt like they had all melted away and in just her little bubble, she could feel absolute freedom of thought. "So, this is what bliss feels like?" Iris spoke to herself inside her mind. It was absolute darkness and the only things she can feel in her catatonic state except for the hearing of her own heartbeat that was softly being heard and the feeling of being submerged in a set of thoughts. Yet for Iris, her own memories were only filled with nothing but failure and sleepless nights in her study. Whenever she tried to reexperience such memories, she was struck with great shock that hurt her mental conditions and her mind suffered like an animal whose foot was caught in a leg trap. With her memories practically off limits for her to think about she was there again swimming inside her mind. At first, Iris didn't mind but the nothingness of her brain soon got over her as she eventually got bored being idle within her mind. She began to swim through her memories searching for something to keep her stimulated. Then she came upon the memories she siphoned from that 'Nightman' that she performed the Rite of the Blooded Mind on. At first, she hesitated due to the last time she had done the Rite, she suffered an epileptic shock that nearly killed her. The many memories, knowledge that the 'Nightman' has stored was so much to bear for Iris. At first, she thought that the 'Nightman' was some out of the ordinary adventurer far away from his homeland (wherever it is) in search of riches. Then after a brief demonstration of some fire magics from him, did she think that the man was some sort of wandering mage. But after Iris bit him and drained his blood did she saw images that she couldn't comprehend. They all came so fast yet the memories were as clear as spring water to her that she was lucky she could handle the mental shock of them all. There were numbers, symbols, geometries, shapes, and theories that all sounded she could understand but for some reason could never grasp. "Perhaps I went through them too fast. Maybe I should take it slower." Iris reasoned. She focused her mind to reenter the memories of the 'Nightman' but took care not to overdo herself less what had happened earlier occur again. She closed her eyes... Took a deep breath and then entered into the memory... The first thing Iris sensed was the sound of soft chirping birds in ambivalent background, then the sound of horns and the footsteps of people that sounded so near to her. She then opened her eyes to a bright blinding light followed by the sights of the said sources of the footsteps. She was surrounded by dozens of people who walked passed while inside an urbanized environment that she can't recognize yet feel so familiar. Many of fashionwear didn't fit the description of any Gliesia's nations. She noticed some people wore black coats with a neck wear that dips down to the length of their torso's. Another group of people wore colorful clothing that would not be out of place of a traveling troupe entertainers, and they even have to outlandish hair to complement their clothes. The buildings she was surrounded by titan above her. Their height could even match the Slaegia's Palace District in Haringpoint and the Elven Spires of their ethereal continent, and they were virtually everywhere as far as the eyes could see and perhaps even beyond the eye's vision too. The buildings were all covered head to toe with glass panes that reflects all images that passed by her.