By the final night of the weekend, Dark Knight Academy had grown quiet in the way it only did when most students had finally surrendered to exhaustion.
It was a few hours before midnight, and the second-year dormitory building had settled into a low, muffled stillness. Though there were still sounds here and there. Outside, the late-autumn wind moved against the windows in steady pushes, dragging dead leaves across the stone paths below with a dry, scraping sound that came and went like a whisper.
