Morbid Gains Stealth Collection

No shine. No spotlight. No need to perform. 

The Stealth Collection wasn't made to be seen - it was made to be felt. Like a stare across the pit. Like fists clenched in silence. Like the heaviness that never leaves but somehow keeps you moving.

Every stitch in this drop is a middle finger in lowercase. Raised ink. Faded threads. Black on black so deep it swallows light - because not everything brutal has to scream. 

This is for the ones who ghost crowds, walk alleys, and keep their demons dressed sharp. For the ones who wear grief like a badge and rage like cologne. 

If it looks plain to them, they're not who it's for.