Dreams.

I remembered a dream I had recently, though I've forgotten some of the details. At first, I was observing from the outside. A girl with superpowers ended up in an underground organization of some kind of lolicon enthusiasts. They were going to rape her and add her to their harem, but she killed them all and left. Then the dream shifted to a first-person perspective. I was in the same building, among mercenaries (apparently, the lolicon enthusiasts hired us to kill the girl if she ever returned). I had some kind of sniper rifle, and I was climbing the stairs to the n-th floor. I met Statham and Gyllenhaal there (there were other, random mercenaries too). They told me I looked terrible, and I complained that I hadn't slept all night again. We talked about what would happen when the girl returned – whether we would kill her or she would kill us. I said I didn't care if she killed me or not. It was a funny dream.