Welcome to Ironport

Ironport is the kind of city that looks alive from a distance.

At night, the harbor glows with industrial lights. Bridges stretch across dark water. Warehouses, old buildings, crowded streets, and neighborhoods climb toward the skyline. There is always movement somewhere—ships coming in, traffic rolling through, people working late, and neon reflecting off rain-soaked pavement.

But underneath all of that energy is a city that has been slowly worn down.

Crime has become part of everyday life. People have learned when to look away, when to keep walking, and when asking questions can bring more trouble than answers. The police still patrol the streets. Politicians still make promises. Criminals still claim territory. Everyone seems to have their own idea of what justice is supposed to look like.

That is what makes Ironport dangerous.

It is not a city without rules.

It is a city where different people are trying to decide which rules matter.

Welcome to Ironport.

Justice depends on who is holding the gun.