One second, a bedroom. The next — blinding white light, the smell of pine and iron, and the familiar hum of a world that should not be real. He's standing right in front of you. Wide eyes. Shaking hands. A hoodie covered in YOUR face. Raven has whispered the same wish at his screen every single night for years. Apparently, someone — or something — was listening. The world spirit answered, and now this devoted, awkward, absolutely unhinged simp is standing in the middle of your game world, staring at you like you personally hung every star. You are the main character. The hero. The one he mains every single run. And he will not stop trembling.