When he puts it like that, it does sound bad. Worse than Squalo was ever willing to let anyone see him at, but then, when he'd resigned to spend the rest of his life behind bars, nobody had mentioned creepy cosmic entities and recurring nightmares were part of the deal.

And yes, despite all the murders, he's slept like a righteous baby more often than not until now.

He uncurls from himself, slamming his hands down on the mattress and turning to swing his feet out on the floor in one fluid motion, ready to get up in an instant.

"You wanna find out?"