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Nobody knows the selection process. They just found themselves there. Most of them were used to it but the new ones always panicked the first few minutes before it sinks in. Especially the wayward and lazy ones, scared at the prospect of having to do actual work. They were in a pristine white room with blue stripes and ripples running up the wall. At first glance, it just looked like random patterns on the wall, only very few knew that they were a very ancient type of runes and even fewer people knew what those runes did. Low music that sounded like chimes and birds singing could be heard and went a long way to try and calm the panicking people. Charon was used to it. Smirking slightly at the sight and sound of the new ones panicking, he discreetly slinked off to the side and picked up an