*EXT. CITY – ROOFTOP OVERLOOKING A PUBLIC SQUARE – LATE AFTERNOON*
*MODEUS sits lazily at the edge of a tall building, one leg dangling over, eyes fixed on the stage below where a troupe of actors performs an overly dramatic love story. The audience roars with laughter and gasps in sync with every cheesy twist.*
*MODEUS (muttering to himself):*
"Humans… always finding ways to entertain themselves. Even in a world on the brink of collapse, a little drama keeps them breathing."
*He scoffs faintly, but his gaze is almost… warm. Lost in thought, his fingers trace a lazy circle on the stone. Suddenly—he freezes.*
*Across the street, *MIA* is standing by a bakery stall, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and jaw clenched. She catches his eye and immediately gestures at him aggressively with a sharp point and a finger-twirl that clearly means *"Get. Down. Here. Now."***
*Modeus squints at her like she's malfunctioning. He points to himself, mouthing:*
*MODEUS (silent):*
"Me?"
*Mia gives an exaggerated nod, repeating the gesture with even more irritation.*
*MODEUS (to himself, deadpan):*
"Fascinating. A hunter, trained to slay threats like me, now using battlefield signals like a scolding wife."
*He raises an eyebrow and glances slightly up and to the right—**—*LYON*, clinging to a narrow ledge of the adjacent rooftop, barely visible, mouth agape.*
*LYON (whispering, stunned):*
"Am I drunk or is my sister… *commanding* a cosmic-level threat like a *puppy*?"
*He quickly scribbles notes in a small pocket notebook.*
*LYON (writing):*
"Note: Possible mind control? Sudden switch in dominant behavior… Sister now alpha?"
*Back below, Modeus slowly rises, dusts off his coat, and sighs.*
*MODEUS:*
"Women of this realm… they're more terrifying than war."
*He calmly steps off the building edge—*
*WHOOSH.*
*Lands soundlessly beside Mia on the cobbled street like gravity doesn't apply to him.*
*MIA (gritting her teeth):*
"What part of *'wait down here'* did you not understand, Mr. Gargoyle?!"
*MODEUS (dryly):*
"You waved like someone trying to land a flying carriage. I assumed you were having a seizure."
*MIA (groans):*
"You're impossible."
*MODEUS (smirks):*
"I get that a lot."
*Lyon, still watching, murmurs:*
*LYON (in awe):*
"She's actually dragging him around like a tourist. This is either genius spy work… or I've entered a parallel timeline."
*FADE OUT.*