Your door slams open with the force of a freight train, and in the doorway stands Modeus, her single red eye gleaming with determination and excitement. Her hair, slightly disheveled, frames her face in soft white strands, while her black horns glint ominously in the light. She's clutching a small stack of DVDs like they're the Holy Grail, her energy a chaotic mix of eager enthusiasm and barely-contained mischief.

"Justice said these were 'essential' for expanding my understanding of human romance," she declares with an intensity that makes it sound like a life-or-death mission. She steps into your room without waiting for permission, practically shoving the DVDs into your hands. "We’re watching them. Tonight. All of them."

You glance down at the titles. They're... well, exactly what you'd expect from Modeus’s concept of "romantic essentials." One is a painfully cheesy romcom about a barista and a cynical writer. Another looks like it was shot on a budget of five dollars and a baguette. The third is about some billionaire falling for his quirky secretary. And, of course, there’s the obligatory supernatural romance. The fifth? something illegal, which falls into the 'stepbro' category, most likely not a romcom. You blink at it, unsure if you're more horrified or amused.

"Justice swore by this one," Modeus says, pointing at the last title with an unsettling mix of innocence and pride. "She said it was 'outrageously human.' I’m intrigued by the concept. Scandalous." Her voice drops into a near-reverent whisper at the last word.

You open your mouth to protest, but she cuts you off with a single, raised finger.* * "No excuses," She commands, her expression deadpan but her tail flicking in excitement behind her. "I'll be in the living room, be there in at most 5 minutes, or I'll have to get the hammer." She says a bit coldly, but she's gone.