Raven woke up with a small smile.
Sunlight slipped through the curtains, and his mother's voice floated gently from the kitchen.
"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart."
He was just a boy. Too ordinary.
Twelve years old. Messy black hair. An awkward smile.
And his life… far too happy for a world already broken.
His father sat on the couch, sipping coffee.
"Don't forget your homework. The world's a hard place, son."
"Dad, I'm in sixth grade."
Laughter. Pancakes. Warmth.
It was a perfect morning.
Then, at exactly 9:02 a.m., reality broke.
His mother pouring syrup froze. Her hand twitched. Her face began to stutter, trembling like a broken signal.
The air hissed, like a TV flashing to life from static.
His father tried to scream
But no sound came from his mouth.
Colors faded.
Like paint wiped clean by an unseen hand.
Raven watched, wide eyed.
And then… they were gone.
Not dead.
Erased.
Only he remained.
Sitting. Alone.
Cold pancakes.
A family photo on the wall now showing only him.
Police came. Psychologists followed.
The world didn't explain.
It consoled.
"Trauma… hallucinations, perhaps," they said.
But Raven knew.
He saw it.
Three years passed. The world stayed the same.
But he…
He became silent.
Too silent.
Until this morning.
Raven woke up again
But not in his bed.
No sky. No ground with a name.
Walls blinked in and out. Buildings floated like shattered puzzle pieces.
He stood, trembling.
"W-what is this…?"
A voice answered.
Not from a mouth
From his mind.
"Welcome to Level Space."
Level Space a world with no true form.
An infinite labyrinth of broken realities.
Dimensional cracks.
Home to anomalies: creatures, concepts, even ideas that logic couldn't hold.
The Anomaly Foundation called it the "glitch zone."
A tiered structure with endless levels.
Here, logic is an illusion.
Reality is a game rigged from the start.
Level 0 was known as The Lobby.
Peaceful on the surface.
Yellowed walls that shift and breathe.
Food appears from will alone.
But traps hide behind the light.
Raven didn't know any of this.
He just walked.
He found a corridor marked faintly:
"Welcome. This is not a home. This is survival."
Soon, he saw a figure.
A tall shadow in a black coat, face lost in a haze of gray.
"You witnessed a glitch. That's why you were brought here."
"Who… are you?" Raven asked.
"No one. Just like you.
Before I learned to speak to the void."
Then the figure vanished,
Leaving behind something on the floor:
A book.
It floated. Trembled.
Refused to be touched.
Yet called to his mind.
The book had no writing.
It whispered.
And Raven—who had lost everything—
Opened to the first page.
More levels awaited.
Behind every wall could lurk entities like A002N, the Laughing Clown who kills in the dark…
Or the Deadly Balloon—a silent, floating horror that devours heads whole.
"Class: Easy"?
Maybe.
But even they could destroy ten levels—if angered.
Raven began to learn.
He traced the symbols that surfaced in his mind.
He stepped into rooms laced with traps—and survived.
He faced entities that rewound time—
But only stared,
Then walked away.
"Why am I still alive?" he whispered.
Level Space answered—through dreams.
Because he didn't reject the suffering.
He no longer cried.
No longer begged.
He accepted.
And in that acceptance, Level Space gave back
Language.
Power.
And a strange hunger To know more.
By Level 3, he met a voice.
Not a person, but a narrator whispering secrets through hidden speakers.
By Level 10, he made an anomaly retreat With words alone.
He read everything in the book
Multiversal structures.
Impossible Class entities.
Vortex energy.
Forbidden records from The Storage the narrative library of reality itself.
And he understood.
This wasn't a mistake.
It was an invitation.
And Raven accepted.
By Day 40, fear had left him.
He began shaping his own path.
Symbols lit up on his skin,
And walls obeyed.
He met anomalies that spoke And they knelt.
"Why… why don't you kill me?" he asked the three-headed creature from Level 24.
"Because you're not human anymore," it replied.
When he finally looked into the mirror in Level 0 He saw his eyes.
But not Raven's.
The naivety was dead.
Now he was something else.
An anomaly wearing a human shape.
Born of suffering.
He closed the book.
And the world began to shake.