They call themselves Silverfish—those who vanish from the grid after the third invite. Seen only in the static flicker of alley cams and Hung’s takeout reflections.

First came the parties. Then the name. Then the signal. What started as a LUSTRE scene myth became a mutation in code. A payload embedded in a loop. A frequency passed ear-to-ear like a secret handshake.

FORDWICH is the medium. The waveform. The infection vector. S1L/R_F.SH is the strain. You don't catch it. You become it.