Thriller Trainee

[TRAINEE DORMITORIES] Chapter 1 - The Washed-Up Magician

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The hour hand steadily crept to seven o'clock.

Cold dazzling lights illuminated the beds, unfailingly shining upon every face deep in sleep.

[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcasting studio on the third floor]

[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcasting studio on the third floor]

[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcasting studio on the third floor]

An utterly emotionless voice suddenly resounded through the air, mechanically repeating the same instruction thrice.

A person sleeping on the lower bunk was abruptly startled awake. He frantically clambered up, almost falling off the bed.

Another person, who had just awoken from a light sleep, had horror slapped all over his face. He was completely dumbfounded. "Did... did you hear that voice?"

A few people exchanged a look, simultaneously reading the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

It wasn't strange that these people were showing such expressions.

Because from a day and a night ago, they had tossed this cramped dormitory upside down.

The dormitory was simple and crude. It was windowless, with four walls painted deathly white, and four double-decker iron-framed beds placed within. A damp, mildewy smell rolled off the building.

There was only one mirror set in the washroom. The sink was filthy and yellowed, and a lone roll of paper napkins hung from the wall. There weren't even any squat toilets, and the cracks in the wall were caked with moss. An outdated, dim, and gloomy electric lightbulb was suspended from the ceiling. The space was terribly cramped and only one enough for one person.
There was no broadcasting or communications equipment within the dormitory. Yet, the mechanical voice blasted from beside everyone's ears.

In the silence, someone faltered, "... What the hell is going on here?"

Before that mechanical voice appeared, a full day and night had passed.

During that one day, nothing of consequence happened. It was peaceful and calm.

No one knew why they had appeared here.

They had come from all over the world, all corners of the land, and all walks of life. They were each similar to the next. Most among them were generic and nameless in a crowd, but there were also many top talents and professionals in various fields. There were people as ordinary as sanitary workers who swept the streets, and homeless tramps who begged by the road every day; there were also actors and actresses with high public recognition who would only be seen on the silver screen, and even billionaires listed in the Forbes list.

But now, all these people were forced to gather in the dormitories for the variety show called 'Thriller Trainee'.

A second ago, they could have been on a showbiz set, piloting a plane readying for descent, preparing their statements in court, using medical equipment in an operating theater, speaking from a podium...

Without exception, the next second and they were all here. Just like a spatial shift in film, apparating in a Harry Potter movie, they were all whisked to this wholly unfamiliar environment.