"Now, that's more like it," Pitch murmurs as it begins, his arm coming to rest along the headboard of the bed. He misses being able to influence nightmares-- but on the other side of the coin, he doesn't need them the way he did at home. People here can see him. Many are afraid-- or at least wary-- of him. And thanks to the Castle, fear of the supernatural and unknown is an ever-present part of life in Paradisa, and none of it is something that can be explained away with a "don't worry, things like that don't exist".

This place is like a second coming of the Dark Ages. Nightmares no longer have to be the staple of his diet. They're just a little endnote now.