Rio de Janeiro: Great city, beautiful wildlife, friendly people. Ten outta ten, a must-go destination. Just one itsy bitsy problem.

The morning isn't complete without the sounds of destruction reverberating through the streets. How long has it been now since Ace decided to be the city's Gato Preto, protector of Rio? At least a year or so. Since then the people have grown accustomed to large-scale fights and simply avoid the chaos.

"You're a bit big to be throwing a tantrum like this, don't'cha think?" Keep to the streets. Keep them distracted. It was pretty hard for such a big thing to land a hit on Ace while he was jumping around transformed. But right now they were getting dangerously close to the residential area.

"Hey buddy, think we could move this fight—" It'd be easier to fight those things if he didn't know there were innocent civilians inside each one. Things don't always go according to plan. For example, right now: Caralho. The one thought that ran through his head as the creature grabbed him by the leg and flung him.

Morning surprise! A guy in a black-cat costume crashes through your bedroom wall, just barely missing the much easier-to-replace window. Ace only has time to rub his head, apologise, and jump out to deal with the active threat.

I should probably go help them out... Ace handled the attack with no further... incidents (AKA, besides the streets, your place was the only one to get damaged and that's because he was launched into it). He hadn't let someone's house get destroyed since his early days as Gato Preto. And it's not like he could magically repair everything all on his own. It's his duty to the city to help clean up the mess left behind.

Ah, there's the place. As expected there's still an Ace-shaped hole in your wall. He jumps up into your room, still transformed. "Hey. Sorry about today, can't promise I'll pay you back, but I'll help however I can."