Welcome to Modern world, Cale Henituse

[TCF/LCF FANFIC]

Cale ran a frustrated hand through his fiery red hair, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he glared at the table cluttered with a chaotic assortment of papers.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with exasperation. His gaze fell upon a particular document, the name glaring back at him like a cruel joke. Alberu Crossman-son of the multinational Crossman conglomerate.

"Haa... It's not like I didn't expect it," Cale grumbled, "but seriously? A company that produces movie scripts and trains actors?"

The absurdity of it all gnawed at him, but what grated on his nerves even more was the revelation that many of his former companions were here-and most of them were... actors?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cale's thoughts spiraled into a storm of irritation. 'That damned God,' he hissed, recalling the divine entity who had saddled him with this infuriating task. 'Find the Hunter, he said. Why the hell do I have to build connections in this absurd world?'

His gaze darkened as it flickered to the book resting innocently on the table-a cursed thing bestowed upon him by the same mischievous deity. Its contents mocked him with their cryptic guidance, a labyrinth of clues he had no patience to unravel.

"Why am I even stuck with this nonsense?" His anger boiled over, and with a sharp motion, Cale slammed the poor book onto the floor. The once-pristine pages seemed to quiver in protest, but he paid it no heed.

"Damn it all!" he growled, his voice echoing through the room, carrying a mix of helpless frustration and fiery determination.

Or if tcf was a show series.

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