The night descended upon Twin Bridges Town, yet it remained as bustling as ever. The streets were crowded with laborers out to unwind after a day's work, mercenaries in search of amusement, and demons who seemingly had no concept of rest. Torches were lit along the streets, primarily for the sake of the pitiful mortals, as most demons possessed excellent dark vision.
But this did not mean that the pedestrians could afford even the slightest drop in their vigilance. Quasimodo Demons weaved through the crowd, punishing those careless enough not to watch their wallets; the passersby would sometimes get into fights over mere shoves, with the guards enthusiastically joining the onlookers before dragging away the losing party; horrific screams would occasionally rise from dark alleys only to stop as abruptly as they started, but no one was interested in taking a closer look.
