Jay was always drawn to the shadows. Not the kind that made people hide, but the kind that made them shine brighter when they stepped out. For him, the city at night was a runway—graffiti walls, neon lights, and the rumble of trains below. One night, he pulled on his Hellstar hoodie. The flames printed across the chest almost seemed alive under the street lamps. He felt a shift, li... https://officialhellstar.com/hoodie/