Null was never meant to exist.
He’s the part of No iD that was buried—locked beneath the mask, suppressed by purpose, silenced by survival. But suppression breeds distortion. And what No iD tried to hide began to glitch, to crack, to bleed through.
Null is not an enemy. He’s the echo. The aftermath. The version forged in pain and protected by rage.
This hoodie captures the moment that separation failed—when the mask could no longer contain the chaos underneath. It’s not just merch. It’s a story fragment. A rupture in fabric and identity.
Wear it like you’ve met what you’ve been hiding.
Wear it like you’re still standing.
Null was never meant to exist.
He’s the part of No iD that was buried—locked beneath the mask, suppressed by purpose, silenced by survival. But suppression breeds distortion. And what No iD tried to hide began to glitch, to crack, to bleed through.
Null is not an enemy. He’s the echo. The aftermath. The version forged in pain and protected by rage.
This hoodie captures the moment that separation failed—when the mask could no longer contain the chaos underneath. It’s not just merch. It’s a story fragment. A rupture in fabric and identity.
Wear it like you’ve met what you’ve been hiding.
Wear it like you’re still standing.
