Hello. You’ve ignored every warning label in your closet. Now you wake to Sawllen—blood-red title stamped above chalk-grey face, spiral cheeks staring through you. A twisted spin on the Sullen Badge hits right on target. The print is loud. The black is absolute. There will be no hiding. Here are the rules: Choose the long sleeve for the long night ahead....or the premium tee for a soft, deadly-clean fit. Wear it and enter Sulleween. Refuse, and the moment passes—you remain ordinary. The clock is already running.
