He doesn't blink first.

A crowned cat cut into patina'd brass - one glass eye locked on the hole, a grin lined in stainless steel, the other eye crossed out for the ones who didn't make it. King Cold doesn't ask for the green. He runs it.

Four materials, set by hand. The back is the King: a dark-patina brass cat inlay dropped into a radial starburst field, steel teeth, and a single glass eye that follows the room. Turn him over and the noise stops - brushed brass, KRAKEN GOLF, the mark. Nothing else.

This is what a ball marker looks like when it stops apologizing.

SPECS

• Solid brass body, hand-finished
• Dark patina'd brass cat inlay
• Stainless steel teeth inlay
• Glass eye inlay
• Radial starburst milled background
• 27g
• 1.45" L × 0.9" W × 0.1875" thick
• Ships with its Promenade. Numbered.

NINE LIVES

This is the first.

King Cold has eight more deaths in him — and he comes back wearing something different every time. New brass, new bone, new face. Same cold stare. You won't know which Tuesday he claws his way out. You won't get a warning. You'll just see him in The Den, and then you won't.

Catch all nine and you've done something almost no one will.

LIFE I / IX

THE DROP
The Den. 50 pieces. One-and-done. No restock, no return, no second pull. When King Cold is gone, he stays gone - and you either have one or you don't.