"If you don't go to sleep, child, the Bodysnatchers will take you in their bags and gobble you up!"
The streets of Bloomenpeak are safe when the sun is risen, people go about their businesses, unaware or willfully ignorant of the mangy rats that feast on newly made corpses in the shadowed alleyways and narrow bends of the city. Automatons pur through the grand avenues and across the bridges, forgetting that from them are thrown off thieves, murderers, and traitors alike. Mothers blissfully tell tales to their children when the sun sets, but every subject of the Twin Monarchs' rule knows that when night falls, the city belongs to the horrors that stalk it, and no one else.
Undead come back from their graves, galvanic monstrosities powered by lightning and occult sorcery; bloody fiends born as the afterbirths of hemomancy gone catastrophically wrong; demons and horrors from the cesspits of hell crawl out of the Fens to haunt the borders of the city and snatch any foolish wanderer that leaves its gates. The night is unsafe in Bloomenpeak, albeit during the day gangs, thieves, brigands and industry magnates make life hell for the impoverished.