Gata was famously not from wealth either. She was a parkour pickpocket urchin on the streets of Rio, when a hot pursuit lead her to crash into an active Aristeia! match. She evaded eight stars shooting for her simultaneously before finally being cornered, and signed her contract while in handcuffs on her way to the police van.

"Cross looks like instinct," said Gata. "But I don't think that's it at all. It's like she's surrounded by ghosts." Her ear twitched. Cats knew all about ghosts. "Titanomachia chose her for a reason. She's going to do better the higher she goes."

She hopped onto the top of the air conditioner unit you were looking at, her stare like a falling moon. "I don't know how to explain," she said, sun behind her throwing her face into shadow. "Maybe you do. Maybe I can correct. Tell me. What is the path to victory? How does all this work?"