Welcome to the static-filled synapse of 404 RetroStyle, where retro bytes collide with tomorrow’s code. Born from the flicker of CRT screens and the hum of forgotten arcades, we’re a rebellion against the mundane—a neon-lit alley in the digital sprawl. Here, every thread pulses with an 8-bit soul, every design is a corrupted love letter to the Y2K era you never left. This isn’t just clothing; it’s armor for the cyber-savvy, wired for those who speak in glitches and dream in hex codes. Plug in, power up, and remember: conformity is a bug we’re proud to exploit