It started with a few. A late-night run through streets, headlights catching the shine of something different. A jacket zipped like armor. A logo that didn’t whisper, it shouted, ignited. People stared. Some nodded. Others followed. That’s how the community was born. By those who dare to wear what feels loud, wrong, right. This is a home for the ones who train like they’re fighting something. Who dress like the rules never applied to them. We don’t ask for permission. We show up.