The night was dark and the wind was gentle.
"Beep——"
In the base engulfed by the darkness of the night, sudden short whistles resounded from all corners, breaking the unbearable silence.
Next to the playground lamp, Rowdy Brightwill stood amidst the shadows of fluttering leaves, where the blurry light cast a faint halo around him. He casually raised those handsome eyes of his, shards of starlike light cascading into his dark pupils, mingling a random aura with his sparkly gaze. He casually shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced lazily at the women's dormitory, waiting for the panicked soldiers.
Drake Easton, standing by his side, blew his whistle. Each sound echoed throughout the playground, deafening. Only when he felt that the recruits had all responded, did he put down the whistle.
"Beep——"
Following that, uninterrupted whistle sounds came from beneath the men's dormitory opposite the field, that too carrying a forceful momentum even from a great distance.
