The city’s architecture in Night 2 is conspiratorial. Balconies lean forward as if to listen; shutters rattle like old teeth with every sly breeze. Lantern light pools, creating islands of safety and long gutters of shadow where soft crimes can be committed: a slip of a purse, a promise made under compulsion, a letter burned with more haste than regret. Alleyways behave like puzzles—turn the wrong corner and you find a shuttered chapel; turn the right one and you’ll stumble upon a courtyard where a violinist plays for ghosts.