WE ARE THE HUNT

We don't sell clothes—we arm predators. GRIT OF A TIGER was carved from the alleyways and concrete trenches where the soft get swallowed and the sharp survive.

This isn't a brand. It's a war flag.

OUR BLOODLINE

• This blood carries the alleycat's ruthlessness – nine lives spent fighting for the tenth.
• These hands remember the grip of broken bottles and the weight of stolen crowns.
• Our spine runs with the same steel as tigers who turn concrete into hunting grounds.
• Bound by no law but the hunt.

WHAT WE LIVE BY

Teeth over talk
Scars over stories
Action over applause

We burn bridges to light the path.
We spit on trends, soft culture, and sugar-coated rebellion.

OUR PURPOSE

To outfit the relentless.
To arm the silent killers—those who murder doubt, break limits, and assassinate weakness.
To dress the most dangerous minds—those who turn sidewalks into chessboards and pain into power.
To create gear that:

• Leaves a mark
• Commands respect
• Outlasts the cowards

If you've never:

• Faced the edge
• Fought in silence
• Buried your fear under fire

You're not one of us.

But if you are...
Welcome to the jungle.
The hunt never ends.