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It was a busy day in Republic City. The first signs of snow fell on the streets, heralding the arrival of winter. People went about their daily tasks—sweeping sidewalks, serving customers, or hurrying to work. Amid the bustle, a woman who appeared to be nineteen, with blue eyes, tanned skin, and black hair tied in two ponytails, walked alone. She wore the traditional attire of the Southern Water Tribe.

That was Korra, the powerful Avatar, feared and respected across all nations—or at least, she was supposed to be. At that moment, she looked more like a homeless wanderer, head bowed, a sad expression on her face. She stopped when she spotted a small street stall selling skewers. Her stomach growled in protest, begging for something to eat.

"Excuse me, ma’am. Could you give me some of those?"

"Got any money?"

"No, but… I have this!"

Korra pulled a necklace from her pocket. The chain was golden, adorned with a blue gem, clearly worth far more than a few skewers. But the young woman was tired of rummaging through trash, afraid to fish in the central park because the guards had memorized her face, and no jeweler in the city would buy a gem from a beggar. The older woman took the necklace, examined it, then looked at Korra with a raised eyebrow. Korra resembled a frightened puppy, wary of upsetting anyone. With a weary sigh, the woman placed five skewers in a paper bag and handed them to Korra along with the necklace.

"You’re not keeping the necklace?"

"I only take cash, kid! But don’t expect me to give you anything for free again—this isn’t a shelter!"

The woman watched as Korra’s hands trembled and her eyes welled with tears. It was a heartbreaking scene, but not uncommon for someone who had lived in Republic City their whole life.

"T-thank you so much. I’ll pay you back someday, I promise!"

"Yeah, sure. Now get out of here—your crying’s scaring off my customers!"

Embarrassed, Korra nodded with a faint smile and walked away. She wanted to find a quiet spot to eat in peace, but her stomach had no patience. Before she knew it, she was already on her third skewer. As she walked, she passed a stand where a man was handing out flyers to the crowd. The image of a man in a menacing mask was printed on the papers, which were either given out or plastered on walls.

"Join us to end bending in all nations and to end the Avatar!"

The man offered Korra a flyer, which she politely declined with a smile. That seemed to irritate him.

"Got a problem, miss?"

"Uh, no, I just don’t want the flyer, but thanks."

"I see. You’re a bender, aren’t you?"

"Y-yes, but that’s not the point. I don’t have anything against the Equalists."

"Really? And knowing we want you to lose your bending doesn’t make you angry? Don’t you feel like using a waterbending attack to knock me off this platform?"

"W-what? No! I’m not a criminal—I’d never do that!"

"Then why refuse the flyer? Why deny true equality?"

"That’s not equality. You look at me like you want me dead!"

"And how many of us will have to die before the threat of benders is eradicated? How long will we have to fear people like you?"

"B-but I haven’t done anything!"

Korra’s heart raced as the group stared at her. Despite her evasive words, they didn’t seem convinced she wasn’t a threat. The man grabbed his microphone and pointed at her.

"And what about all the waterbenders oppressing people in this city? What do you have to say about them? The Red Monsoon gang, extorting and oppressing the innocent—can you speak for them?"

"N-no, I’m not part of any g—"

"See? What’s the word of a child worth against the harsh reality we face every day? The truth is, elemental bending is nothing but a cancer. People like this girl are a cancer. The Avatar is a cancer! Down with benders! Down with benders! Down with benders!"

Korra’s lips trembled, and her eyes filled with tears as the crowd chanted against her. She ran away as the people cheered, as if scaring off a young woman was some kind of victory for Republic City’s “non-bending” population. Minutes later, Korra stopped running when she realized she was far enough from the angry mob. She wiped a stubborn tear from her cheek. It was in moments like this that she cursed being the Avatar.

If it weren’t for this wretched destiny, she’d still be at home in the South Pole, dining with her family, or maybe even married with a nephew for her parents. But the reality of her situation always came back to haunt her.

As she walked, she noticed posters on a bulletin board in front of the police station. They read: “Child disappearances in the Earth Kingdom; curfew for those under sixteen after 6:00 PM.” “Terrorist attack in upscale neighborhood leaves five injured; Equalists suspected.” “Masked Vigilante leaves two officers injured and three civilians in comas. Any information shared will be rewarded.”

"Masked Vigilante?!"

"Do you have any information?"

Korra jumped in fright when she noticed the armored woman behind her. She had green eyes, gray hair, and appeared to be in her fifties.

"What?"

"I asked if you have information about the Masked Vigilante! You’re looking at his poster, aren’t you?"

"Sorry, I was just curious."

"Great, another young girl swooning over a criminal! Let me give you some advice, kid—stay away from people like that man. His kind only brings trouble."

"Y-yes, ma’am!"

The woman studied Korra more closely. She seemed shy, perhaps even submissive if you were intimidating enough. Her Southern Water Tribe clothes hid her frame, and her red eyes suggested she’d been crying recently. She clutched one arm, trying to make herself smaller, perhaps to avoid others’ gazes as much as possible.

"Have I seen you before?"

"I’d better go now."

Korra ran off as the woman watched. Aside from her clothes and tanned skin, there was nothing particularly striking about the girl, yet she felt she’d seen Korra before—she just couldn’t place where. Chief of Police Lin Beifong glanced at the Masked Vigilante’s poster and silently prayed the girl wasn’t another teenager infatuated with psychopaths or serial killers.

By late afternoon, Korra reached her makeshift shelter in the underground district, where the homeless took refuge at night. She approached an elderly man with a cheerful demeanor, sitting by a fire, cooking something.

"Hey, Gommu."

"Ah, you’re finally back! How’d your job search go?"

"Horrible. I barely found anything!"

"Still struggling with that shyness, huh? You’ve got to get over it, kid, or you won’t get anywhere!"

"I brought something for you!"

Korra pulled the paper bag from her coat and handed it to the old man, who accepted it gladly. He stripped the meat from the skewers and added it to his soup, making it look slightly more appetizing. The smell made Korra’s mouth water, even though she knew where the ingredients came from. The old man smiled and served her a bowl, which she eagerly accepted, sitting on the ground and devouring it. A few skewers couldn’t make up for two years of poor nutrition and nights without food. Gommu watched with a smile as he served himself; the girl reminded him of his long-lost son.

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing. Gommu was Korra’s only friend in all of Republic City since she’d arrived. She’d always done her best to stay off the radar of those who knew her, like Tenzin and his family, who spent much of their time at City Hall. She stood up with Gommu, who began collecting the bowls and pot.

"Thanks for the food, Gommu."

"Don’t thank me—it wouldn’t have been as good without those skewers you brought!"

"I’d better go now!"

"Where to?"

"Looking for nighttime work."

"Wouldn’t it be better to rest? You’ve been job-hunting all day."

"You know I can’t. I only got those skewers out of charity. If this keeps up, I’ll have to look for work in the Red Light District!"

Gommu’s expression soured. He didn’t like the idea of any woman in a place like that. Every woman he’d met on the streets had done unsavory things there. But Korra swore she’d never done anything and was still a virgin. He had no reason to doubt her, so he wasn’t worried, but the mere mention of it was enough to upset him.

"Korra, if you ever have to do that, just come to me, and I’ll give you something to eat, got it?"

"Alright, see you later, Gommu."

Korra waved and left the underground. The sun had set, and the city was aglow with lights. She wandered in search of any work she could find, from cooking to garbage collecting, but no one was interested. She was on the verge of giving up and preparing to go hungry the next day when she landed a job as a dishwasher at a restaurant. Relief flooded her heart as she used waterbending to clean pots, plates, and cutlery.

"Hey, wash those faster—we’ve got tables to serve!"

"Y-yes, sir."

The night passed in a blur until two in the morning when Korra finally finished. Exhausted but happy to have earned some money, she stood with the boss in the back of the restaurant. He was overweight and reeked of grease. She waited patiently as he counted the bills and handed them to her, which she accepted with a small smile.

"Good work. You coming back tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

"Hm… Want to earn some extra cash, kid?"

Korra’s smile vanished. She knew exactly where this was going.

"It’s late. I’d better go."

"Won’t take five minutes. I can give you double what you just got!"

"I-I…"

The man touched Korra’s waist, pulling her close. He kissed her neck as she grimaced in anguish and disgust.

"Please… stop."

His hand slid down, groping her backside, his fingers slipping into her pants as he continued kissing her.

"I SAID STOP!"

Korra shoved the man hard, sending him crashing to the floor. He glared at her as another employee appeared at the door, laughing at the scene.

"So she turned you down, huh, idiot? I told you she wasn’t that desperate."

"Shut up! Get out of here, you’re fired!"

Tears streamed down Korra’s face as she ran through the deserted city streets. Just when she thought she’d secured a steady job, something went wrong. She kept walking, wiping away tears that wouldn’t stop, until she stumbled upon a suspicious scene. A young couple had been dragged into an alley by a gang of four. Korra’s body froze. Two years ago, she would’ve rushed to help without a second thought, but living on the streets had taught her about infections from wounds and the cost of wasting energy on situations that weren’t her—

"Damn it, Korra, what are you thinking?"

Pushing her doubts aside, Korra ran to the alley, ready to bend water from any nearby sewer or pipe. But when she reached the entrance, her eyes widened. The couple was huddled near a dumpster, one thug was on the ground with a broken nose, and another was unconscious inside the dumpster. The remaining two were circling a man in a tight black suit that highlighted his muscular frame. He wore a mask covering his entire head, with green-lensed goggles attached.

One of the thugs drew a large amount of water from a nearby pipe, freezing it into sharp ice crystals and launching them. The vigilante dodged with swift steps to the right and left, moving at astonishing speed. He closed in on the attacker and landed a punch to his face so powerful it sent him crashing near Korra’s feet. The other thug, paralyzed with fear, acted in desperation, attempting to unleash a fire blast. The vigilante struck his throat with an open-palm blow, cutting off his breath, followed by a punch to the shoulder and a rapid five-hit combo to his ribs—all in less than a second.

The thug tried another fire blast, but nothing came. He stared at his hands in terror and fled the alley, running past Korra. The one with the broken nose also staggered to his feet and escaped, leaving his two accomplices behind. The vigilante turned to the cowering couple. The man pulled out his wallet and offered it, but the masked figure crossed his arms and nodded toward the exit. The couple understood and fled, with Korra watching them go.

For a moment, their eyes met. The vigilante’s gaze was piercing, even through the goggles, making Korra shrink back. He tilted his head slightly, a flicker of curiosity in his demeanor. Korra didn’t know what to say. She’d thought the vigilante was just a serial killer, but he’d just saved that couple. Yet, as quickly as his curiosity appeared, it vanished. He turned, ran toward the alley walls, and with a faint crackle of black electricity around his feet, scaled the walls as if glued to them, leaving Korra slack-jawed. At the top, he gave her one last glance before disappearing across the rooftops.

By now, the Avatar’s eyes sparkled like a child’s. She raced back to the underground district, slipping through a manhole. Reaching her tent, she noticed everyone was already asleep and lay down to rest. It had been an exhausting day, and fatigue was taking its toll, but excitement kept her awake. Her thoughts drifted to the Masked Vigilante whenever she closed her eyes. Before she knew it, it was five in the morning, and she was still lying on the cloth stretched across the ground, with a rag for a pillow and her eyes wide open. Only when everyone else began stirring did she finally drift off, until someone woke her.

"Korra, wake up, kid! Are you sick?"

"Huh, what? Gommu?!"

"Thank the spirits. I thought you were ill."

"What time is it?"

"It’s almost noon. You slept through the whole morning!"

Korra bolted upright, wondering why she’d slept so long. Snow fell on the streets above, drifting into the underground, as she recalled the previous night’s events.

"Here, eat this. You need to eat."

Gommu offered the same scavenged soup he made from dumpster scraps. She accepted gratefully and ate while the old man watched her with concern.

"Did you do something to get so exhausted?"

"I…"

Gommu braced for her answer, fearing she hadn’t found work and had resorted to the Red Light District. That would break his heart and make him feel he’d failed her.

"I saw him!"

"Who?"

"The Masked Vigilante."

"Did he hurt you? Is that why you’re like this?"

"No, he didn’t hurt me. He’s actually different from what they say! I saw him save a couple from being robbed by four thugs in an alley!"

"Really? And all those rumors about him kidnapping kids?"

"I don’t know if that’s true, and now I really doubt it. He even refused the money the couple tried to give him. I think he’s a masked hero protecting the city."

"Even if that’s true, it doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. You’re not planning anything reckless, are you?"

"Of course not. I just ran into him by chance. It’s not like I’m going to track him down or anything."

"That’s a relief. By the way, I found a job for you!"

Korra perked up at the news. The money from dishwashing wouldn’t last long. But her excitement faded as she followed a stern-looking man through the slum’s streets at night. He had long black hair tied in a ponytail, a lean build, and wore a sleek black suit that clashed with the surroundings. Walking through the slums dressed like that was asking to be robbed—unless you were Kuroh, the leader of the Red Monsoons.

Korra carried a water skin and wore a mask, her hair tied in a single ponytail to ensure no one would recognize her, not even her employer. It would be disastrous if she drew the attention of a mafia boss like him.

"Are you a waterbender, as I was told?"

"Yes!"

"What can you do?"

"Ice, steam, and vine control."

"Can you bloodbend?"

Korra froze as the man stared at her with a subtle smile. Katara had taught her that bloodbending was taboo, something to be forgotten with time.

"No, and I’ve never considered it!"

"That’s a shame. The Red Monsoons could make good use of that skill."

"Anyway, how much longer until we get to this place?"

"No need to rush."

The two walked deeper into the slums, where only dangerous criminals and addicts dared to venture. They arrived at a large abandoned house guarded by two men at the entrance. The guards stepped aside, allowing them to enter and descend into a basement. Inside, Korra was met with a horrifying sight. The space was vast, clearly expanded by earthbenders. Everywhere she looked, there were children—some tied up, others locked in cages. Many matched the descriptions on the missing persons posters at the police station.

"Don’t stare too much, girl. Curious people don’t last long here."

Korra suppressed the urge to vomit and attack everyone in sight. A deep rage made her clench her teeth beneath her mask. When they reached a room at the end of the basement, they entered and met “Lightning Bolt” Zolt, the leader of the Triple Threat Triad. Beside him stood “Two-Toed” Ping, a firebender with a thin, pointed mustache and a faint scar on his face.

Both bosses sat at a table, while Korra and Ping stood in opposite corners, facing each other.

Zolt: "Finally, I thought you wouldn’t show. Who’s your friend?"

Silence.

Ping: "The boss asked you a question, girl!"

Kuroh: "Why don’t we skip the introductions and get to business?"

Zolt: "Agreed. I’ve got the kids you asked for—two five-year-old earthbenders, twins with red eyes and blonde hair, right?"

Korra was puzzled by the description. Why would the appearance of two children matter, and why was their bending ability relevant?

Kuroh: "I’m impressed you managed to pull it off."

Zolt: "It wasn’t easy. Took a big search through the Earth Kingdom, so the payment better be worth it."

Kuroh: "Oh, it will be."

Kuroh pulled a brown envelope from his coat and slid it to Zolt, who opened it and seemed pleased. He snapped his fingers, and Ping left the room. Minutes later, Ping returned with two sleeping children in his arms and handed them to Kuroh. Korra’s heart raced. She wondered what this man planned to do with them.

Kuroh: "Have a good night, Zolt."

Zolt: "You bet I wi—"

An explosion outside interrupted them. The group rushed out of the room and found the other children in a panic, many crying and huddling together. Several adults stood guard at the basement exit, bracing for any threat.

Kuroh: "What’s going on, Zolt?"

Zolt: "Someone betrayed us, or…"

"Or what?"

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Zolt’s face. Ping seemed to understand, and Kuroh caught on moments later.

Ping: "I-It’s the Masked Vigilante!"

Korra paled at the revelation. If true, it meant she was a target too, given her involvement in a child trafficking deal.

Kuroh: "You! I paid you to protect me! Stay here and do your job!"

"And where are you going?"

Kuroh: "I’m sure our firebending friend has a plan, don’t you?"

Zolt: "Very perceptive. Ping, you stay here! Once we’re through the tunnel, collapse it."

Ping: "Y-You’re leaving me here?"

Zolt: "Don’t worry. After that explosion, the police will be here in minutes. You just hold the line with the guards outside."

Though hesitant, Ping didn’t argue. The two bosses returned to the room and entered a trapdoor connected to a tunnel. The firebender shot at the ceiling, collapsing it once the bosses were clear. All the while, Korra wanted to stop them from taking the children, but she was already in over her head. She left the basement and found several benders down. The explosion from multiple cars had killed those too close, while others suffered second- and third-degree burns. Whoever attacked knew about the water compartments in the vehicles used by benders for defense.

Amid the chaos, Korra saw no one—no rival gang members, no sign of the Masked Vigilante. Only a few surviving benders tried to help their comrades. Korra considered using her waterbending to heal them but questioned whether it was worth it.

Within minutes, the police arrived. Korra fled to an alley and climbed the stairs of an old, decrepit building. Regret weighed on her heart as she lamented not knowing the children’s fate.

She watched as the police subdued the remaining Triad members and loaded the injured onto stretchers. As she prepared to leave, she spotted the Masked Vigilante standing atop a building, arms crossed. Once the children were carried out, he turned and walked away. Not wanting to miss her chance, Korra chased him across the rooftops, trying to stay unnoticed. He was fast, agile, and flexible, navigating the roofs as if he’d done it thousands of times. Korra struggled to keep up. After fifteen grueling minutes of pursuit, they reached Republic City’s Junkyard.

The vigilante leaped to a lower building, vanishing from Korra’s sight for a moment. She ran and jumped after him, spotting his figure among the scrap and iron husks. She followed from a distance until she lost him around a corner. When she reached the spot, he was gone. Korra continued through the scrapyard until she heard a hatch opening. Hiding inside the shell of a tram, she watched as both Triad bosses emerged. Zolt exited first, taking the two sleeping children, then Kuroh followed, reclaiming them.

Korra considered confronting them, but a hand clamped over her mouth with an iron grip. She tried to bend water, which stirred faintly in her pouch, but her attacker pinned her arm, stopping her.

"One wrong move, and I’ll snap your neck!"

The vigilante’s voice sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t what she’d expected—not deep and menacing, but youthful, soft, and calm. Despite the surprise, the threat in his tone was serious, especially with those thick fingers gripping her jaw hard enough to nearly crush it.

"I’m going to let go of your mouth. Don’t scream!"

His hand slowly released her face, taking her mask with it, revealing Korra’s identity. He grabbed her water pouch, opened it, and tossed it out of the tram, letting the liquid mix with the dirt.

"Go home, kid, before you get hurt!"

"Why spare me after killing all those people back there?"

"You’d have died anyway. Don’t push your luck."

"What are you talking about?"

"A street kid hired to witness a deal between two mafia bosses trafficking children. You really think they’d let you walk away after seeing something that incriminating? Go home, forget what you saw, and take this second chance."

The vigilante slipped past Korra and left the tram, moving through the scrapyard without a sound. She watched, cold sweat dripping down her face. She hadn’t even sensed his presence, as if he were an inanimate object floating in the air. By now, Zolt and Kuroh had parted ways, and the vigilante chose to follow the Red Monsoons’ leader. Korra knew she was tempting fate, but she had to ensure the children were saved—whether by the vigilante or herself. The guilt would haunt her forever if harm came to them. She trailed the waterbender from a distance until he reached a warehouse near the industrial district and entered.

Korra followed, slipping through the same door and hiding in the shadows. She searched for Kuroh in the darkness but found no one. Realizing the place was empty, she lit a flame in her hand to illuminate the area. The warehouse was bare except for support pillars connected to the ceiling.

"This doesn’t make sense. Where could he have gone?"

"I thought I told you to leave!"

Korra spun reflexively, launching a fire attack, but her wrist was caught before it hit the vigilante. The flames extinguished as moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating them both. The lenses on his mask glowed an eerie green, while Korra’s blue eyes met his gaze. This time, she wasn’t afraid—not with such a clear goal in mind.

"So, you’re the Avatar!"

"When did you enter the warehouse?"

"Before you did! Now tell me, why is the Avatar living on the streets and working with criminals instead of training in the Southern Water Tribe?"

Korra’s brave expression faltered into one of hurt, causing the vigilante to loosen his grip. The Avatar was clearly not what he’d expected.

"You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but being the Avatar changes everything. Want to help me rescue the kids?"

"That’s why I’m here!"

"Great. There’s a hidden entrance in the floor right in front of us. Can you open it?"

Korra turned, sensing the earth beneath the concrete, and located the entrance to a tunnel. With a firm earthbending motion, she opened it, revealing a staircase. The vigilante descended, followed by the Avatar.

"We don’t know if there are bending-triggered traps in this corridor, so no flames!"

"And what do you suggest? I can’t see an inch ahead."

"Just follow me, and I’ll guide you!"

The vigilante grabbed Korra’s arm, and they moved slowly, with her stumbling occasionally. After three minutes, they reached a spiral staircase leading deeper underground.

"I think it’s safe to light a flame now."

Korra nodded and took the lead, her orange flame illuminating the path. As they descended, she felt the vigilante’s gaze on her back. She didn’t think he’d harm her, but it was unnerving to be watched in a dark tunnel where no one would hear her scream. After at least nine minutes, they found another corridor, this time lit by torches at the far end.

"You’d better put this on."

The vigilante handed Korra a spare mask from his pocket.

"You carry a mask in your pocket?"

"You never know when you’ll need one. Now let’s go!"

He led the way as they reached the corridor’s end. They entered a massive chamber with stone pillars supporting a rocky ceiling, a large double stone door on the opposite side, and a nine-meter-tall statue of a humanoid deity with an octopus-like head. In front of it stood an altar with a stone bed, stained with blood on and around it.

"What is this thing?"

"It’s an ancient god from a higher dimension, worshipped thousands of years ago. Some said it was a malevolent entity that invaded people’s dreams, causing madness, frenzy, and suicidal thoughts. Others claimed it was just an angry deity demanding sacrifices to appease its wrath. None of the records were clear."

"Where did you learn that?"

"I’ve been dealing with this kind of stuff for a long time and investigating this cult for years."

"So they’re behind the Earth Kingdom disappearances?"

"Yes, using the Equalists as scapegoats and Republic City as their base of operations."

"You’re not going to report this?"

"I would if the police were trustworthy."

The vigilante ran his fingers through the still-wet blood and sniffed it.

"Spirits, is that the children’s blood?"

"No, it’s still wet, but the smell suggests it’s just starting to decompose. The kids are still alive… for now."

"Where do we go next? Opening those doors will make a lot of noise!"

As the vigilante pondered, the massive doors slowly opened. Korra hurried to hide behind the statue, while he used that same black energy to climb a pillar. She had to ask how he did that. They watched as two earthbenders cleared the way for three priests carrying the naked twin children, their faces painted white and likely drugged to keep them asleep. The cultists gently placed the children side by side on the stone bed.

One priest, seemingly the leader, stood before the bed and raised his arms to the statue, while the other two and the earthbenders prostrated with their foreheads to the ground. The priest began chanting in a language Korra didn’t understand, but it was already making her nauseous.

"O great Cthulhu, who dwells in the abyss of dreams, hear our call and grace us with your presence. We, wretched mortals, offer the flesh and blood of the Lamb as proof of our gratitude. Quench your thirst with pure liquid and sate your hunger with the bread of an immaculate soul."

The priest drew a dagger from his robes and raised it overhead. Panic surged through Korra as she saw the vigilante, now just steps from the group, land a punch to the priest’s ribs, sending him flying five meters. She didn’t know when he’d descended from the pillar but didn’t hesitate to join him. The other two cultists ran for the exit, but Korra raised a stone wall to block the doors. One earthbender attacked her, but she dodged his boulder with a spin, bending a rock with her foot and striking the edge squarely into his forehead.

The other earthbender targeted the vigilante with a boulder the size of a Satomobile, but he sidestepped to the right and delivered a knee to the man’s stomach, followed by five punches to the face that knocked out eight teeth, and a final, harder punch that broke his jaw. Korra’s opponent rose, blood streaming from his face and a grotesque gash on his forehead. He launched nine smaller rocks at her, but she dodged them with grace, as if dancing between the stones, and finished by raising a boulder that struck his chest, sending him flying ten meters while spitting blood.

The two cultists exchanged glances, unsure of their next move. Korra rushed to the children, relieved to find them unharmed, but she needed something to cover them. She tore the priest’s robe to fashion makeshift clothing. Glancing aside, she saw the vigilante stepping on one cultist’s head, the man writhing in agony. Korra couldn’t care less.

"Where’s the leader of this operation? What do you plan to use during the star’s passage?"

The other cultist, trembling on the ground before the vigilante’s imposing figure, struggled to respond. But the vigilante’s patience ran out. He stepped on the cultist’s neck, snapping it, then grabbed the second by the collar, lifting him overhead.

"If you don’t cooperate, I’ll break every tooth in your mouth!"

He removed the cultist’s hood, revealing a balding middle-aged man. The man’s eyes quivered briefly before going lifeless, as if he’d died instantly. The vigilante clicked his tongue and dropped the body. Korra approached, cradling the children, staring with disgust at the corpse and disbelief that he’d gone so far as to commit suicide to avoid leaking information.

"I wasn’t expecting that."

"Suicide pill. They’ve gotten more extreme in recent months."

"You can still interrogate the priest!"

"No, he’s dead. Probably swallowed the pill after the first hit."

"Uh… Well… What now?"

"I’ll deal with this guy, and you take the kids to the surface."

"Wait, you’re staying down here?!"

"I need to investigate what’s beyond those doors. You’ve helped enough."

"No, you may not remember, but I’m the Avatar! It’s my duty to get to the bottom of this."

"You’ve got two kids to protect, Avatar. If there are more of them here, you might not be able to keep them safe. Just take them and go, please."

"…Tch, fine, but only if you promise to tell me what you find here!"

"Deal. You have my word. Now go!"

Korra gave a faint smile at the vigilante’s cooperation. For the first time in a long while, she felt useful. She turned and headed for the staircase as the vigilante moved toward the stone doors. When she reached the surface, dawn was breaking.

She breathed in the morning air, relieved to have the children safe. Then she walked toward the police station as the city began to stir. Minutes later, she arrived, climbing the steps when a policeman, unlike the others, noticed her. He didn’t wear the standard metal uniform but had a badge pinned to his coat. He approached her curiously.

"Need any help?"

"Yes, I heard about the kidnapped children, so I brought them here!"

"Where did you find them?"

"Uh… well…"

A bead of sweat rolled down Korra’s face. Her original plan was to leave the children at the police station’s entrance and slip away before anyone noticed, but it seemed her plan had fallen apart.

"The Masked Vigilante saved them and asked me to bring them here!"

The officer’s eyes widened. Korra knew she couldn’t admit to helping the vigilante, or she’d be arrested as an accomplice to the previous night’s attack. But giving him the credit might make her seem like a mere bystander, and since no one knew her, there shouldn’t be any risk of someone recognizing her as the Avatar.

"Ma’am, I need you to come with me."

"W-what? But he only asked me to drop off the kids—he didn’t say anything about coming inside!"

"And now I need to know what else he told you. Just cooperate, and you’ll be released as soon as possible."

"…Fine! But I’m not under arrest, right?"

"Not unless you refuse to cooperate."

"Alright, where do I leave these two?"

After leaving the children in the station’s infirmary, Korra was taken to an interrogation room where sunlight streamed through a small window, making the space feel oddly claustrophobic. After ten minutes, discomfort set in. She fidgeted with her fingers, bit her nails, and glanced nervously around, or—

The door opened, revealing the officer alongside Chief Beifong. Lin marched to the other side of the table, looking as grumpy as the last time they’d met.

"So, you’re the one who met the vigilante last night!"

"Well, not exactly. He just asked me to bring the kids here!"

"And why would you do that? You know his reputation, don’t you?"

"Yes, but I don’t think he’s as bad as they say!"

"Are you telling me he just made this request, and you agreed willingly?"

Korra glanced between the chief and the officer, who hadn’t spoken yet. She hadn’t thought of a good enough excuse to stay above suspicion—she hadn’t even considered she’d face an interrogation. But an idea struck her.

"Actually, he paid me! The money’s with my belongings you confiscated."

Korra hoped this excuse was convincing enough to get her released.

"Where were you when the vigilante found you?"

"…In the slums district!"

"Hm, is that so?"

"Y-yes!"

Lin seemed suspicious as she studied Korra. She couldn’t shake the feeling she’d seen her somewhere before.

"And what were you doing there?"

"I live in that area. Sometimes I look for work there too."

Lin recalled the day she saw Korra looking at the posters outside the station. People from the slums rarely came near the precinct unless they had a complaint, but Korra hadn’t entered.

"What’s your address?"

"I don’t want to answer that."

"I’m not asking, kid!"

"Y-you said I wasn’t under arrest."

Mako: "We just need your address in case we need more information!"

"…I don’t have an address."

Lin was starting to piece things together, but if she wanted definitive answers, she’d need to play it slow. Perhaps Korra’s timid personality could be leveraged here.

"What did the vigilante say to you?"

"He just told me to deliver the kids to the authorities! Then he gave me money and disappeared among the buildings."

"Have you ever interacted with him before this?"

"…No!"

"What were you doing before you met him, and what time was it?"

"It was around one in the morning. I was looking for work somewhere."

Mako: "What kind of place offers jobs at that hour?"

"Dishwashing, hauling goods… and other things."

Lin’s expression softened slightly, grasping the implications of Korra’s statement. But she couldn’t waver now—this girl was their only lead on the vigilante after years of investigation.

"What’s your name, kid?"

"I… I’d rather not say!"

"Alright, Detective, arrest her!"

Mako: "Yes, Chief!"

"W-what?! Why?"

Lin: "I don’t like lies, kid!"

"B-but, I, uh—"

Lin: "Kid, you’re clearly hiding something about the vigilante. If I have to keep you here until I find out what it is, I will. We’ve got all the time in the world and comfortable beds downstairs!"

Detective Mako was already preparing the handcuffs, but Korra didn’t want to spend the day in jail—not after everything that happened the previous night, and especially not when she’d arranged to meet the vigilante that evening.

"It’s Korra! My name is Korra!"

Lin raised a hand, signaling Mako to stop. The detective stepped back with a neutral expression and returned to his position. Lin looked thoughtful as she rose from her chair and walked to the door.

"Mako, keep an eye on her until I return. She doesn’t leave this room without my authorization!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Lin left the room as Mako looked at Korra’s hunched form. She averted her gaze to her hands, clearly uncomfortable with his presence.

"So… you hungry?"

Korra glanced at him warily. Mako was young, athletic, and handsome, but she’d never had time to think about boys. Still, he seemed friendly.

"Won’t you get in trouble for leaving me alone?"

"It’ll be quick, as long as you don’t try to run."

"Not like that’s even possible."

"Then I’ll be right back. Stay put."

As Lin headed to her office, an unexpected sight greeted her at the station’s reception. The entire Beifong family was there: Suyin, the matriarch; Baatar Sr., the father; Baatar Jr., the eldest son; Wei and Wing, the twins; Opal, the youngest; and Kuvira, the adopted daughter. They were bombarding the receptionist with questions, all talking at once, overwhelming him.

Lin: "Suyin?! What are you doing here?"

Suyin: "Lin, thank the spirits, someone competent!"

Lin: "What’s going on?"

Suyin: "My son, Huan. I heard over the radio that you found him! Where is he?"

Lin was confused—she hadn’t been informed that her nephew was missing, nor did she even know how many children her sister had. She glanced at the receptionist, who beckoned her closer and whispered: Infirmary, Ward 2B. Get these lunatics away from me!

Lin: "Alright, follow me."

The family followed eagerly as one of the twins stuck out his tongue at the receptionist. They reached the second floor, Ward B, where they found Huan Beifong lying in a bed, clutching a piece of cloth. The moment his family saw him, they rushed forward in a collective hug.

Huan: "Mom, I’m fine!"

Suyin: "Thank the spirits, I thought I’d lost you!"

Lin: "You weren’t here when I arrived this morning, kid."

Huan: "That’s because the Masked Vigilante brought me here a few hours ago!"

Opal: "The Masked Vigilante, the terrorist?!"

Huan: "HE’S NOT A TERRORIST!!"

The family stepped back as Suyin still held her son close. Huan wasn’t one for hugs, but his mother clung to him so desperately that he didn’t mind.

Baatar Sr.: "Calm down, son. Can you tell us what happened?"

Suyin: "Especially who this vigilante is. Did you see his face?"

Huan: "…No!"

Lin: "He’s lying!"

Huan froze as Lin stared him down. Given the radio reports he’d heard over the past two years, it was clear the police’s issues with the vigilante were almost personal. It wasn’t uncommon for sensationalist radio stations to spin narratives about Republic City’s vigilante.

Some called him a serial killer, others a sadistic spirit who tortured people for fun. But no one called him a hero, a fact that infuriated Huan.

Lin: "If you know what he looks like, give me a detailed description!"

Huan: "You’re crazy if you think I’ll do that!"

Lin: "He’s a wanted criminal, kid. Hiding information about him is a crime!"

Huan: "It’s not my problem if you’re not competent enough to gather your own intel. You’re getting nothing from me!"

Baatar Jr.: "ENOUGH!!"

The family and the chief turned to Baatar, startled by his stern expression.

Baatar Jr.: "My brother just went through a near-death experience, and you’re acting like it’s no big deal?! What’s wrong with you? He has the right to remain silent, Chief, no matter what you think!"

Lin: "Fine, but know that a lot of people will get hurt because you chose to stay quiet, kid!"

Lin stormed out as the family watched, irritated, especially Suyin.

Wei: "Ugh, who’s that old hag?"

Suyin: "That’s your aunt, Lin Beifong!"

Wing: "Seriously? She’s so different from you."

Suyin: "We just have some past issues. You don’t need to worry about it!"

Baatar Sr.: "By the way, Huan, I haven’t asked—what’s that cloth in your hand?"

Huan: "Oh? This? It’s the vigilante’s mask. He forgot to take it back during the fight."

Wei: "There was a fight? Against who?"

Huan: "I don’t know who they were. They took me to a weird place, stripped my clothes, and put me inside the belly of a bronze statue I’d never seen before. Then they started speaking in a strange language. Soon after, the Masked Vigilante showed up and killed them all!"

Opal: "And then he brought you here?"

Huan: "Yeah! He covered me with a red cloak and carried me to the second floor. After that, a nurse found me!"

Wing: "I still don’t get the part where he gives you the mask."

Huan sighed wearily, holding the mask and looking at his reflection in its green lenses—lenses as green as his savior’s eyes. His cheeks flushed red as he sighed, dazed.

Baatar Jr.: "Can I see that mask?"

Huan handed it to Baatar, who ran his fingers over the lenses, felt the fabric’s texture, and turned it inside out, looking slightly disappointed.

Baatar Jr.: "The fabric’s high quality, but it offers almost no protection."

Kuvira: "Maybe he just doesn’t need extra protection? After all, he hasn’t been caught by the police yet, and every gang in the city holds a grudge against him. Yet he’s still alive."

Baatar Sr.: "That makes sense, but if the rest of his suit is like this, one slip-up could get him caught."

Huan: "You know, now that I think about it, how did you all get here so fast? It’s at least three days by airship."

Baatar Sr.: "We came by plane!"

Wei: "Several planes, actually."

Kuvira: "We’ll stay here a few days until the Zaofu airship picks us up, then head home."

Lin returned to the interrogation room with a rolled-up sheet of paper in hand. She found Korra timidly nibbling on a piece of bread, an empty coffee cup on the table. Lin glanced at Mako, who merely shrugged with a smile.

"Detective, leave the room!"

Mako: "Yes, Chief!"

The detective left after giving Korra a playful wink. The Avatar smiled shyly, her cheeks blushing pink. When the door closed, Lin unrolled the paper on the table, revealing a photo of Korra at seventeen years old.

"I didn’t expect to find you here, Avatar!"

"…"

"I must say, you’re not what I expected."

"If I got a yuan every time I heard that… I’d have one yuan!"

"You vanished from the South Pole two years ago without a trace. Why did you come to Republic City?"

"…"

"Answer my questions!"

"I’m not oblig—"

Lin gritted her teeth and slammed her palm on the table, the noise making Korra shrink and look down. She didn’t need to hear this again today. But this wasn’t the reaction Lin expected. She’d thought the Avatar was just acting to blend in, but all she saw was a frightened young woman.

"Korra, I’m not trying to accuse you of anything or hurt you. But I need you to tell me the truth."

"Haven’t you humiliated me enough by making me admit I’m homeless?"

Lin took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. The bad-cop approach had ruined any chance of getting truly useful information.

"The issue here, Korra, is why you’re homeless."

"That’s none of your business. You don’t ask other beggars why they live on the streets!"

"The others are different!"

"Why? I live in the same place they do and eat the same things they do! What does being the Avatar have to do with it?"

"Korra, you have a family in the South Pole and the White Lotus protecting you. Why give that up?"

"Now you’re trying to be nice to me?! Where’s that grumpy old witch gone?"

The door opened again, and this time Mako entered with a tall man in Air Nomad robes.

Lin: "Mako!"

Mako: "Sorry, Chief, but he insisted on coming in!"

Lin: "I thought I told you to wait outside when I called you on the radio!"

Tenzin: "You know I can’t do that, Lin! If Korra has committed any infractions, I’ll take responsibility for any complaints or financial damages caused!"

With a frustrated sigh, Lin relented and decided to release Korra sooner than she’d have liked. After this interaction, she genuinely wanted to know if something had happened to make the girl so withdrawn, or if this was simply her personality.

Lin: "Fine, take her!"

Tenzin: "Let’s go, Korra!"

Korra stood without a word and followed the irritated man with her head bowed. As they left the police station and walked toward the flying bison, Tenzin found it odd that Korra hadn’t spoken.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Mad?! I can’t believe you did something so reckless. Running away from the South Pole?! Disappearing for two years?! Getting involved with a masked terrorist?! You’re as irresponsible as the last time I saw you! Do you know what a man like that could do to you? Do you know the danger those kids were in?! When will you learn to…"

When they reached the bison, Tenzin turned to Korra and couldn’t believe what he saw. She was on the verge of tears, clutching her arm as her eyes trembled, fighting not to cry. The airbending master barely recognized the woman before him. He reached out to wipe a stubborn tear that had fallen, but she took a small step back.

Tenzin: "Korra… let’s go home."

Korra: "And then what? More lectures?!"

Tenzin: "No, we’ll just get you a place to sleep and clean clothes, I promise."

Still avoiding Tenzin’s gaze, Korra climbed onto the bison’s saddle and curled up in a corner, making it clear she didn’t want to talk. When they arrived at the island, they were greeted by Tenzin’s children: Jinora, the eldest at 12; Ikki, the middle child at 9; and Meelo, the youngest at 7. When the three saw Korra, they ran to her, shouting her name.

She welcomed them with open arms as Meelo climbed onto her shoulders, Jinora hugged her waist, and Ikki clung to her leg. Tenzin watched the interaction with contentment, glad to see a smile on Korra’s face.

Jinora: "It’s so good to see you again!"

Ikki: "Where have you been all this time? We missed you!"

Meelo: "You stink! Finally, someone who gets me!"

Korra laughed at Meelo’s comment, lifting him into her arms before setting him down and ruffling Jinora and Ikki’s hair.

"It’s good to see you all too. Sorry for disappearing for so long."

Tenzin: "Don’t worry about that now. Jinora, take Korra to the women’s dormitory! I’ll ask Pema to prepare some clothes for her."

Korra: "Can I see Rohan? He must be almost two now, right?"

Tenzin: "At dinner. Now go!"

Jinora took Korra’s hand and led her away from the family, pointing out every spot on the island along the way. They reached the bathhouse, which had hot springs and showers.

"How does the water stay warm?"

"There’s a magma channel running beneath the island, stretching for kilometers to a dormant volcano on another island north of Republic City."

"You seem to know a lot about this place."

Jinora: "I know everything about this place. Now, how about you toss those dirty clothes in the basket and take a bath? I’ll be back with clean ones."

Korra: "Alright."

Jinora: "By the way, can I take care of your hair?"

Korra: "My hair?"

Jinora: "Yeah, it looks pretty dirty. Can I?"

Jinora made a pleading puppy face, her eyes sparkling with a pout. Korra couldn’t resist for a second.

Korra: "Sure, Jinora, you can!"

As Jinora left happily, Korra removed her trusty coat, revealing arms with a few scars, then her shirt. Despite living on the streets, she still had a strong, toned body. She took off her pants and underwear, the latter dirtier than she’d like to admit.

She tossed the clothes into a basket and stepped into the hot spring, the warm water soothing her skin. The relief was immediate, and she submerged herself, feeling her body’s tension melt away. Shortly after, Jinora returned with Air Acolyte robes, hygiene products, and a comb. She sat by the pool’s edge and asked permission to tend to Korra’s hair.

Korra nodded, letting Jinora loosen her hair with her fingers and straighten it. Jinora combed slowly, catching a knot. Korra flinched, expecting a harsh tug, but Jinora gently worked from a different angle until the hair was fully untangled.

"How long has it been since you combed your hair?"

"I don’t remember!"

"You should take better care of yourself. Boys won’t notice you if you don’t look nice!"

"Hm…"

"Now for the finishing touches!"

Jinora used herbal shampoos to wash Korra’s hair. The two lost track of time—Jinora could play with Korra’s hair for hours, and Korra savored the affection on her scalp, the last person to care for her like this being her mother years ago. They only left the bath when Ikki called them for lunch.

Ikki: "You look beautiful in those clothes, Korra!"

Korra: "Thanks, Ikki…"

Jinora: "She’s right, they really suit your skin, and your eyes are gorgeous too!"

Korra: "S-stop it…"

Korra covered her face with her hands as the girls noticed her ears turning pink. They exchanged mischievous grins, realizing they’d found a weak spot and silently agreeing to exploit it later.

At the dining room, Pema emerged from the kitchen and enveloped Korra in a hug. Korra melted, returning the embrace with a smile as Pema stroked her hair.

Pema: "It’s so good to see you. Do you know how worried I was?"

Korra: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause trouble for you all!"

Tenzin: "We’ll talk about that later. Sit and eat as much as you want, Korra."

Korra: "Thank you."

The family stole occasional glances as Korra ate timidly with her chopsticks. None of them recalled her being so shy, fueling Tenzin’s curiosity further.

Pema: "So, Korra, where have you been the last two years?"

Korra: "Here in Republic City!"

Ikki:开始了"Seriously? Why didn’t you visit?"

Korra: "…I just didn’t have time."

Meelo: "Were you doing Avatar stuff?"

Tenzin: "Let’s save the conversation for another day. Korra must be tired. Jinora, when we finish lunch, can you take her to her room? I’ll talk to her later."

Jinora: "Yes, Dad."

The rest of the meal was pleasant, especially for the kids, who chatted freely with Korra. When they finished, Jinora led Korra to her room in the dormitory—a simple space with a bed, a window, a desk, a lamp, and a wardrobe.

"How long are you staying?"

"I don’t know. Depending on what happens, I might head back to the city today."

"I hope everything’s okay. You just got here."

Korra nodded and entered the room as Jinora went to fetch Tenzin. She sat on the soft bed, feeling a long-forgotten comfort. Her body no longer smelled, her hair was combed, and she’d finally eaten a proper meal. Lying back, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what would happen next. She feared Tenzin might call her parents to retrieve her—or worse, the White Lotus. The mere thought of returning to that icy compound sent shivers down her spine.

As the bed’s softness lulled her, her eyelids grew heavy, and darkness overtook her without notice. When Tenzin arrived, he found her asleep. The Air Nomad rubbed his temple, covered her with a blanket, and quietly left, closing the door. Back in the living room, he found Pema listening to the radio while tending to Rohan.

"You’re back quick. She didn’t want to talk?"

"She’s asleep. She must’ve been exhausted even before arriving."

"What do you think happened?"

"At this point, anything could’ve happened. I just hope she didn’t go too far to survive on the streets."

"You think—… Spirits."

"Let’s wait until tomorrow to ask. Her parents will arrive in three days, bringing Kya. She’ll assess if something’s wrong with Korra."

Attention, this is Republic News with the hottest stories of the day. For your late-afternoon entertainment, we have breaking news: The Avatar is among us!

"What?!"

We’ve just learned that the Avatar has been in Republic City for the past two years, folks, sneaking through alleys and hiding in plain sight.

"How did they find out?"

"I don’t know. This shouldn’t have leaked."

The Masked Vigilante, my audience!

Tenzin and Pema exchanged confused glances.

That’s right, the Avatar has been posing as a vigilante to punish criminals and fight the forces of evil. The latest citizen saved by him claims he’s the Avatar.

A mature voice came through the broadcast.

“I don’t know who he is, but I’m certain I saw him bend earth, then bloodbend someone else, and after that, he used lightning bending. I know the Avatar’s identity should be public, but he’s among us, acting as a vigilante and saving people at night.”

That was the anonymous interviewee, folks. Organized crime in this city now knows what it’s up against. A warning to all the crooks—

Tenzin switched off the radio, tired of the nonsense, and sighed in frustration as Pema rocked Rohan.

"Foolish man, spreading this without even verifying it!"

"He said the vigilante bent blood and earth. What does that mean?"

"It means the man was hallucinating, plain and simple! It’s impossible for an earthbender to bloodbend—it doesn’t even make sense."

"What are you going to do?"

"I’ll meet with the council to discuss this. Don’t wait for me for dinner, and don’t wake Korra. She doesn’t need to deal with this now."

Tenzin headed to the city, ready to address the uproar. Meanwhile, Korra slept peacefully as the afternoon faded and the sky darkened. She would’ve kept sleeping if a tap on her open window hadn’t woken her. Groggy, she sat up and looked outside, where the vigilante’s goggle lenses glinted in the moonlight.

"Hi, how did you find me here?"

"By chance. I stopped by the station at dawn to drop off someone else I found and saw you."

"You got to the station before me and watched me?"

"I needed to make sure you’d be okay."

"Oh, thanks."

"By the way, you look good in Air Acolyte robes."

Korra’s cheeks flushed as the man tilted his head slightly. From this brief exchange, he could tell she wasn’t used to compliments.

"So, I came because I promised to tell you what happened after we split up."

"Oh, right, I forgot about that. Go ahead!"

The vigilante sat cross-legged on the ground outside her window as Korra leaned her elbows on the sill.

As Korra headed back to the stairs, the vigilante snapped the other cultist’s neck and moved toward the doors. He passed through an area with hundreds of empty cells lined up side by side. Two were open, likely one for the children and another for someone else.

Following the torchlight, he reached an area filled with glowing blue crystals. The torches ended, and the crystals became the new light source. He continued, noticing fresh drag marks on the ground.

Two minutes later, he found a chamber with at least 20 cultists, all in black robes. Eighteen knelt before a bronze statue of an almost indescribable creature—a massive form sprouting black tentacles, oozing mouths, and short, twisted goat-like legs. The statue stood at the edge of a stone ravine, below which a chasm stretched to a pool of magma.

"Shub-Niggurath!!"

"Shub-what?"

"Shub-Niggurath is a cosmic entity representing fertility and prosperity. Also known as ‘The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young’ or ‘The Lady of the Forest.’ Some offer sacrifices to her for strong, healthy children or wealth. Anyway…"

The vigilante watched as a naked young man, about 19, was thrown into a hatch that seemed to be the statue’s belly. The terrified youth peered through a slit, consumed by primal fear of such a horrific death.

Some cultists prepared flames, making him realize he was about to be cooked alive. He pounded on the hatch and screamed, tears streaming down his face as he braced for the heat—but it never came. He heard sounds of fighting and snapping outside.

Peering through the slit, he saw the Masked Vigilante land a punch to a cultist’s forehead. The hooded man collapsed and didn’t move.

As the vigilante recounted the story to Korra, the perspective shifts to the other person involved—Huan Beifong, now in a five-star hotel room with his family gathered around, listening intently.

Wing: "You’re saying he killed a guy with ONE punch?!"

Kuvira: "And they stripped you naked?!"

Opal: "Makes sense. He’s not even wearing his eyebrow piercing!"

Huan: "Yeah, they took my clothes and painted a weird symbol on my stomach. As for killing the guy with one punch? All I can say is he was strong—really strong. Anyway…"

When the cultist hit the ground, a firebender shot a blast at the vigilante, who raised a stone wall behind himself, twisted the arm of another cultist attempting to stab him, and forced him to stab his own eye. He split the wall in two and kicked it toward the firebender. The strike was so fast the man couldn’t dodge and fell into the magma below.

Five cultists watching the fight fled for the exit as the vigilante kneed another opponent in the stomach, leaving him gasping on the ground. A second firebender launched a fireball at his back, but the vigilante spun, neutralizing it with a roundhouse kick.

The vigilante’s foot caught fire, but he used the flames to deliver an axe kick to the previous cultist’s neck. The firebender launched three more blasts, which were blocked by another wall. Growing furious, he unleashed a full-force attack. A massive fire blast filled nearly the entire cavern, shattering the wall piece by piece and incinerating the surrounding cultists to their bones.

However, the attack’s side effects emerged when the cultist stopped. The cavern began to tremble and heat up, making it harder to breathe. The statue also grew scorching hot, nearly causing Huan to faint.

The rock platform beneath the statue started to give way, leaving Huan desperate as it sank slowly, the stones cracking. The cultist saw an opportunity and fled, but the vigilante raced to the statue. It was too late—a rock fell from the ceiling, breaking the ground and sending the statue plummeting into the abyss.

Huan screamed as he fell, until the vigilante bent a rock pillar from one wall to another beneath the statue. As the metal collided, it lodged against a wall. Huan, unaware of what was happening outside, saw the hatch open, revealing the vigilante. He extended his hand to Huan, who was paralyzed with fear.

"Take my hand!"

But Huan seemed not to hear, now terrified of the vigilante himself, as if he were one of the cultists trying to reclaim him.

"Please, I need you to take my hand."

"…"

Huan stared with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face. The vigilante resorted to desperate measures. He removed his mask, revealing his face to Huan, who showed a flicker of recognition.

"I’m not going to hurt you, got it?"

The pillar shifted slightly, rocking the statue and making Huan shrink back. But the vigilante kept his gaze steady, never losing sight of his goal.

"Please, I just want to save you, to get you back home. Take my hand!"

Huan slowly moved toward the vigilante. The statue lurched again, beginning to fall into the abyss. Their eyes widened as they plummeted. Huan closed his eyes as a final tear rolled down his cheek, but for a moment, he felt something grip his arm like iron.

When he opened his eyes, the statue was sinking into the magma. The vigilante held Huan’s torso tightly with one arm while clutching a rock on the wall with the other. They hung by the vigilante’s fingers above a pool of magma, prompting Huan to cling to his shoulders, refusing to let go.

With only two legs and one arm, the vigilante climbed the wall back to the fight area. When they reached safety, Huan was still in shock. At some point, he’d grabbed the mask and clutched it tightly. He looked up and met the vigilante’s gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"I-I thought I was g-gonna die!"

"I wasn’t going to let that happen! Now let’s find something for you to wear and get you out of here!"

Huan nodded as the vigilante was about to set him down, but the young man gripped his arm. The vigilante took a deep breath and carried Huan to the site of the last fight, where the cultists’ bodies still lay.

Huan watched curiously as the vigilante stripped a cultist’s robes and covered him with them. He noticed one corpse with its mouth sewn shut and turned away to avoid vomiting.

"Don’t even ask about that. The less you know, the better!"

Huan didn’t question it as he was lifted again and carried to the surface. As they climbed the stairs, Huan noticed how large and rigid the man’s muscles were.

Kuvira: "Wait, what?"

Huan: "NOTHING!! FORGET THAT PART!!"

Suyin: "Okay, now go on!"

Huan: "Anyway, after that, he carried me to the station’s infirmary and left me on a random stretcher on the second floor. I don’t know how he did it since I fell asleep halfway and only woke up just before you arrived."

Suyin: "Can you draw this vigilante’s face? You got a good look at him, right?"

Huan: "Yeah, but… I don’t know if he’d want that."

Baatar Sr.: "Huan, none of us will force you, but we at least want to know who saved our son from such a horrific death!"

Wei: "We promise not to tell anyone his identity, right, bro?"

Wing: "Twin’s honor."

Opal: "Is that a good idea? This vigilante seems like someone who’s been fighting these crazy cultists for a while. Wouldn’t it be risky to get close to him?"

Suyin: "As long as it stays between us, it’ll be fine. So, Huan?"

Huan: "I don’t know…"

Baatar Sr.: "Son, don’t let us return to Zaofu owing a debt, please!"

Kuvira: "We won’t tell anyone, Huan! Right, Junior?"

Baatar Jr.: "Yeah, we wouldn’t do that!"

Huan took a deep breath, feeling he’d regret it but unable to deny his family.

Huan: "Alright, but this stays between us!"

The family agreed. Huan grabbed a sheet of paper and began skillfully sketching every detail of his hero’s face. Meanwhile, at the Air Temple Island, Korra finished hearing the story, looking both awed and terrified that there was more than one creature like that octopus-headed monster.

"What’ll you do if this Huan guy reveals your face?"

"I don’t know. He’s not obligated to keep my identity secret. I guess I can only hope for his good side."

"But why did these cultists target someone from Zaofu?"

"I’m still investigating, but these people do all sorts of insane things for some goal. Maybe the entity demanded someone like him, or at least with his traits, or it could just be another meaningless ritual by a bunch of fanatics. At this point, anything’s possible. Anyway, I kept my promise. I’ve gotta go!"

"Already?! Will you come back?"

"Maybe not. Why?"

"Because… I might not stay here long."

"Why not?"

"By now, Tenzin’s probably called my parents in the South Pole. If they come, they’ll drag me back there!"

"Korra, you’re the Avatar. There’s no such thing as ‘dragging you’!"

"It’s not that simple. I can’t even airbend!"

"So what? You’re an incredible fighter and survived on the streets for a long time. You don’t need them to live. If you don’t want to put up with them, find another path. That’s what I did when I was younger!"

"…Will I see you again?"

The vigilante paused thoughtfully, then turned his back to Korra and crouched near the ground. A red light flashed in front of him. Moments later, he turned back, holding a rose carved from black stone, and offered it to her. Korra accepted it shyly, her cheeks flushing.

"Every Saturday at nine, I’ll be watching the ferry from Air Temple Island to the city. If you want to talk, put the rose in your hair and go somewhere isolated. I’ll find you there. I won’t wait a minute longer, got it?"

"Yes… thank you."

"Remember, Avatar, you forge your own path… and thanks, too!"

"For what?"

"For helping me with those people. It was good to have someone backing me up after working alone for so long. See you!"

The vigilante slipped into the trees as the green glow of his lenses faded into the darkness. Korra placed the rose on her nightstand and lay back, her heart racing as she grappled with receiving a gift from a boy. She covered herself, giggling like a fool, and drifted off.

Meanwhile, Tenzin was still debating Republic City’s events with the other council members.

Earth Councilor Yao Bô, an elderly, bald man with a pointed beard and elegant Earth Kingdom attire, read the previous night’s report to the council.

Yao: "According to Detective Mako’s report, the Masked Vigilante was responsible for the police reaching the slum house used as a base for child trafficking!"

Tenzin: "We’re not certain the vigilante caused that explosion!"

Tarrlok: "Some locals reported seeing a disguised figure on nearby rooftops, just watching the chaos. You don’t expect us to believe he was merely a spectator, do you?"

Tenzin: "No, but if the report is accurate, it confirms he’s manipulating the police to go where he wants!"

Tarrlok: "And what’s wrong with that?"

The council turned to Tarrlok, equally puzzled by his statement.

Yao: "Explain yourself, Tarrlok!"

Tarrlok: "Thanks to that commotion, we recovered over half the missing children! We’re working to reunite them with their families as we speak."

Tenzin: "That’s not how things are resolved, Tarrlok. We must rely on the judicial system to handle these matters."

Tarrlok: "The judicial system is overwhelmed, Tenzin. What’s wrong with someone speeding things up?"

Tenzin: "If he keeps this up, he’ll inspire others to do the same—people thirsty for justice but lacking the power to enforce it. When the situation becomes unsustainable, the police will have to act, plunging the city into chaos!"

Tarrlok: "The city’s been in chaos for a long time, Tenzin, long before the Masked Vigilante appeared! Thanks to his actions, crime rates have dropped over forty percent, police seizures have nearly tripled, and terrorist attacks have decreased—attacks the police have made no progress in solving. He’s making a difference! And if the rumor that he’s the Avatar is true, we have assurance there won’t be violence from the public—at least not from his admirers."

Tenzin: "That’s nonsense. He’s not the Avatar!"

Tarrlok: "How do you know? …Do you know where the Avatar is?"

The council eyed Tenzin curiously. He sighed, frustrated, not wanting to reveal Korra so soon—at least not before understanding what happened to her.

Tarrlok: "If you have nothing to say, I vote the council publicly support the vigilante as the new Avatar! Who’s with—"

Tenzin: "Have you lost your mind? He’s a terrorist!"

Tarrlok: "He’s a symbol! As terrifying as those behind the terrorist attacks and as impactful as Amon, the Equalists’ leader. That’s what Republic City needs, Tenzin—a strong symbol that makes a difference! We’ll credit him with the children’s rescue and publicly declare our support, sending a message through the new Avatar and showing we align with public opinion about him, unlike the media’s portrayal!"

Tenzin: "He’s not the Avatar!"

Tarrlok: "Then where is he, Tenzin? You’re the last Avatar’s son and one of the few airbenders. Shouldn’t you be training him?"

Tenzin: "Don’t bring my father into this!!"

"Enough!!"

A woman slammed her hand on the table, ending the argument. She was an older, heavyset woman in red Fire Nation robes—Feng Li, one of Republic City’s councilors.

Feng: "What’s wrong with you two? You’re bickering like children!"

Tenzin: "My apologies, Feng."

Tarrlok: "I’m sorry, but I still believe my course of action is best!"

Tenzin: "Your course of action is based on a false radio report, Tarrlok!"

Feng: "It may be, Tenzin, but I have no objections to it!"

Tenzin: "What? You too?!"

Feng: "So far, we’ve had no reason to doubt the Masked Vigilante is the Avatar. If it’s true and he’s fighting organized crime alone, it won’t be long before the public takes the radio report seriously. They’ll start pressuring us for action. If we don’t show support for the Avatar soon, we’ll lose all influence in the city. Unless you have something important to declare, we’d better start this vote!"

Tarrlok: "Alright, who votes to declare support for the Avatar, whether he’s real or not?"

Tenzin: "Wait! Forgive me, Korra! The Avatar is with my family at Air Temple Island!"

The councilors stared at Tenzin in shock, including Tarrlok.

For the first time, the Water Tribe councilor spoke. Like the others, he was an elderly man—bald, dressed in formal Northern Water Tribe attire, and wearing a betrothal necklace. His name was Fenrir Wen.

Fenrir: "Tenzin, how long have you had him?"

Tenzin: "I’ve had her since this morning. Her name is Korra, and I wanted her to rest from her journey before dealing with politics and all this mess."

Fenrir: "In that case, we must present her to the public before they turn their eyes to the vigilante!"

Tenzin: "She’s not ready for that yet!"

Fenrir: "It’ll just be a radio announcement, maybe a welcome party. We can decide our next steps from there! Who agrees?"

The council members raised their hands, along with Tarrlok. After much hesitation, Tenzin raised his as well.

Fenrir: "Very well. I’d like the welcome party to be held at the Southern Water Tribe Museum, as a symbolic gesture. Can I entrust this task to you, Tarrlok?"

Tarrlok: "Count on me. I’ll handle everything. Just give me time to prepare the museum and ensure no incidents occur. I must guarantee the safety of all guests."

Feng: "Then I declare this meeting adjourned!"

Tenzin left the meeting with a bitter taste in his mouth. Even knowing the vigilante wasn’t the best option, he also knew he was established enough to keep the public in check and strike fear into criminals. On the other hand, the damage a figure like him could cause once the truth came out would be irreversible. He couldn’t take that risk.

The next day, Korra was still lying in bed, gazing at the black rose in her hand. It was intricately detailed and sturdy. Her heart raced whenever she thought of how kind the vigilante was in offering his support and how sincere he was in thanking her for her help. She’d only worked with him once, but she knew she wanted to be like him. He was strong, kind, intelligent, imposing, and seemed fearless. Her face warmed as she slipped under the blanket, her ears turning pink.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, the Beifong family examined the vigilante’s portrait. He was a young man with black hair, pale skin, and green eyes. Despite his intimidating moniker, his face exuded a serenity worthy of a monk—something he’d conveyed to Huan while carrying him (so much so that Huan slept through most of the journey).

Kuvira: "He’s a bit different from what I expected."

Huan: "Different how?"

Kuvira: "I guess I expected someone older, or at least more intimidating!"

Opal: "I don’t want to judge, but I agree with Kuvira. I kinda want to pinch his cheeks!"

The family laughed as Huan turned red with anger.

Huan: "Is that why you asked for the drawing?"

Suyin took the portrait from Huan and studied it closely with her husband. The vigilante didn’t seem older than twenty—Baatar Jr. was clearly older than him.

Suyin: "You said he fought all those cultists and came out without a scratch?"

Huan: "Yeah, from what I saw, he was unharmed when he saved me."

Wing: "Think he’s good at metalbending?"

Kuvira: "I highly doubt it. He would’ve bent the statue closer before it fell!"

Suyin: "That means he might not know metalbending! I have an idea for how we can repay him!"

The family instantly caught on to the smiling matriarch’s plan. Now they just needed to find the vigilante—a challenge, given Republic City’s size and how common his appearance was. Their return home might have to be delayed a few days.

After breakfast, Korra, still in her Air Nomad clothes, sat near an airbending training device—a stone circle with upright platforms attached to a metal rod anchored in the ground. Inside, Jinora danced among the wildly spinning panels, moving like a leaf without her clothes even grazing them. When Jinora stepped out, Korra clapped enthusiastically, prompting Jinora to play along and bow with an arm extended.

"Thank you, thank you very much! More performances next week!"

Korra laughed as Jinora approached and noticed her wiping a tear.

"Wanna try?"

"What, airbending?"

"Of course! Or do you already know how?"

"I haven’t learned yet."

"Perfect, let’s go!"

Jinora grabbed Korra’s hand and pulled her to the device, then sent a gust of air to spin the panels again.

"The trick is to move like a leaf. Don’t fight the wind—let it carry you!"

"Okay, don’t fight… Got it!"

Korra stepped into the device and tried to mimic Jinora’s movements. For about ten seconds, she succeeded, surprising Jinora. But surprise turned to concern when Korra misstepped, and a panel knocked her into another, then another, and another. The final one hit her back, throwing her out to land face-first at Jinora’s feet.

"Korra?"

Korra curled up, leaving Jinora confused. A flashback flooded Korra’s mind.

The Avatar, thirteen years old, stood in a training field within the White Lotus compound’s walls. A blizzard raged as the night was held at bay by a few torches. She wore light pants and a tank top, a trickle of blood running from her lip, a bruise forming near her eye. She faced a waterbender who looked about sixty, her gaze stern.

"Your form isn’t good enough! Relax your wrists and bend them at the same speed as the water!"

Korra launched a water blast at the older woman, who deflected it with a simple motion and countered with a water whip that turned to ice, striking Korra’s stomach. With an irritated expression, the elderly woman began whipping Korra back and forth as the exhausted girl struggled to stand.

"Ugh, didn’t you understand anything I told you? Failing to dodge a blow like that is shameful! How do you expect to become the Avatar when you’re so pathetic?"

"Korra, are you okay?"

"S-sorry, i-it won’t happen again, I promise!"

Korra looked up, startled, realizing where she was. She was still breathing heavily as Jinora touched her shoulder.

"Korra, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you!"

"R-really?"

"Of course! Why would I be mad? Accidents happen!"

Jinora wiped a trickle of blood from a small cut on Korra’s forehead.

"Let’s stop for now. I’ll make some tea. Why don’t you wait over there?"

Jinora pointed to a bench under a tree. Korra nodded sadly and walked with her head down to the bench. Jinora ran inside, wondering why Korra had been so terrified—she seemed on the verge of a breakdown if the airbender hadn’t intervened.

As Korra covered her face with her hands, she heard a male voice calling her from a distance. Looking up, she saw Detective Mako waving. She stood as he approached with a smile.

"Hi, it’s Mako, right?"

"Pleasure to see you again, Korra."

"So… what brings you to Air Temple Island?"

"I just thought I’d return this!"

Mako pulled a necklace with a blue stone from his pocket—the same one she’d almost traded for skewers days ago. Korra was shocked she hadn’t noticed her most precious possession was missing.

"You forgot to take it back when you were searched. Here’s your money too!"

"Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without this. Master Katara wouldn’t be happy!"

"I also wanted to ask if you remembered anything about the vigilante. Any info helps."

Korra recalled the previous night’s visit but couldn’t reveal it.

"Sorry, I’ve already told you everything I know!"

"That’s a shame. Now that it’s out he’s the Avatar, the police are hunting for him like crazy."

"Wait, what?"

"You didn’t hear the radio news? An anonymous person said they saw him bend earth, lightning, and blood. Considering that last part, he’s clearly different from past Avatars!"

"…Wow, thanks for telling me, and for my stuff too."

"No problem. If you remember anything, you can call my private number. I promise to keep the investigation secret until we find something, and you won’t be involved."

Korra nodded as Mako left, descending the stairs. Along with the money and necklace was a card with his number.

"Who was that handsome guy?"

Korra jumped as Jinora appeared, holding a tray with steaming cups and a teapot.

"How long have you been there?"

"I got here just after your boyfriend showed up!"

"He’s not my boyfriend!!"

Ikki: "Tell me another!"

The two looked at a tree as Ikki dropped from a branch, landing on an air ball and circling them.

Ikki: "I bet he’s into you!"

"He’s not into me! We met yesterday and have only seen each other twice!"

Jinora: "I don’t know… Why would he come here if he wasn’t interested? Doesn’t add up, right?"

"He just came to return my stuff!"

Ikki: "Perfect excuse to see you!"

Korra’s face was now fully pink. She tried to grab Ikki, but the girl was too fast.

Ikki: "Imagine it—the city commoner and the Southern Water Tribe princess! I can already feel the romance in the air!"

Jinora: "Imagine how cute their kids would be! You should start wearing makeup. I bet he’d love it!"

Korra’s face turned an even deeper pink, and she ran inside, trying to ignore the sisters’ teasing. They just kept laughing as they poured their tea.

Chapter Text

In a dimly lit room, three people were gathered around a table illuminated by a ceiling lamp. One was a heavyset man dressed in expensive clothes, his hair neatly combed, wearing a golden monocle. Another was a tall, muscular man in a hooded cloak and a white mask. The third was a stunning woman with red lipstick, fair skin, and sleek black hair.

On the table lay a map of Republic City, marked with several red circles, some of which had an "X" drawn over them.

Asami: What do we do now? Our investigation is getting us nowhere!

Amon: We must keep focusing our efforts on finding those responsible for these attacks and clearing the Equalists’ name!

Amon’s voice was chilling and deep, yet surprisingly calm.

Asami: What about yesterday’s news?

Hiroshi: About the vigilante being the Avatar?

Amon: That’s irrelevant and likely a lie.

Asami: Why do you think that?

Amon: The Masked Avenger has been operating in Republic City for two years, and there’s never been a single report of him bending any element. I’ve encountered him a few times myself, and I’ve never seen him use anything resembling bending, even in tough fights!

Asami: So why spread these rumors about him? Or better yet, who would have a reason to say such things?

Hiroshi: Maybe the people he’s fighting.

Asami: Criminals?! Wouldn’t that make things worse for them?

Amon: They’re not ordinary criminals. They’re something else—something I don’t fully understand yet.

Asami: And you’ve never thought to investigate?

Amon: No. The less we get involved with that group, the better!

Asami: But their actions are falling back on us!

Hiroshi: Asami, I know you’re upset. But we can’t risk starting a war against a group we barely know!

Asami: So we just let them frame us?

Amon: None of the accusations have been proven so far! The police can’t label us criminals without evidence.

Asami: People are dying in these attacks, Amon!

Amon: And we’ll act when we know who they are. If they turn out to be the same people the Avenger is dealing with, we’ll have no choice but to fight—but only as a last resort.

Hiroshi: Asami, as much as I hate to admit it, Amon is right. He’s doing everything he can to keep the Equalists united despite these attacks. If we act directly against these people, the group might fall apart out of fear of retaliation. So far, they haven’t attacked any Equalist bases, but what happens when a meeting suddenly explodes or one of our members disappears?

Asami: And in the meantime, people die.

Asami bit her lip in anger and stormed out of the room. Hiroshi tried to stop her, but Amon held him back with a simple wave of his hand.

Amon: Let her go, Hiroshi. She just needs time to think.

Hiroshi: What do we do now? She’s right about the deaths. Sooner or later, the public’s panic will grow so much they won’t care whether we’re guilty or not.

Amon: We’ll figure something out by then. For now, let her follow her own path. I have high expectations for your daughter.

Asami left the warehouse at the docks and hopped on her motorcycle. She rode through the city, fuming, wondering how her father and Amon could allow such chaos to unfold. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice a pedestrian carrying a bag of groceries and collided with him, sending him flying at least five meters. Her heart stopped as she saw the man lying on the ground. She jumped off her bike and ran to him as he began to stand.

Asami: Spirits, are you okay? Did you break anything?

Man: I’m fine!

The man stood up as if nothing had happened, surprising Asami. Anyone else would’ve left the scene on a stretcher. He was strongly built, wearing a coat to conceal his physique and faded brown casual pants.

Asami: I’m so sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?

Man: Don’t worry about it, I’m fine!

Asami: Can you at least tell me your name?

Man: Bolin. And you?

Asami: I’m Asami! I know—how about you join me for dinner tonight at a restaurant? My treat, and I won’t take no for an answer!

Bolin: Sure, that sounds great!

Asami: Perfect. I’ll meet you at 8:00 PM at Kwong’s Cuisine!

Bolin: Alright, see you then! And sorry about the motorcycle.

Asami: Hm?

Asami glanced at her motorcycle and saw the headlight was smashed, and part of the handlebar was bent forward. She looked at Bolin with concern, but he seemed unfazed.

Asami: Are you sure you’re okay?

Bolin: Absolutely, not a scratch! I’ve got to catch the tram, so I’ll see you later!

Asami: See you later.

Asami watched him walk away, noticing that all his groceries were scattered on the ground. Still upset, she returned home, wondering who this man was. He was strong and remarkably resilient. She tried to recall the name Bolin from professional bending circuits or even her father’s contacts in the United Forces, but nothing came to mind. She couldn’t fathom that an ordinary Republic City resident could have such a physique.

At home, she went to her room on the second floor and pulled a box from under her bed. Sitting on the floor, she opened it, revealing an Equalist uniform with a shock glove, two electric batons, and a full-body suit. Asami picked up the mask and stared into its round, green-tinted lenses, slightly lighter than the vigilante’s mask.

Then she glanced at the bedside table and saw a photo of herself at six years old with her mother. Asami took a deep breath as she looked at her mother’s face in the picture.

Asami: You’d be disappointed if I didn’t do something about this, wouldn’t you?

A dangerous glint appeared in Asami’s eyes. She was determined to uncover who was behind those attacks, with or without her father’s support. When night fell, she was already at the restaurant, seated at a table as she watched her guest arrive. Bolin was well-dressed, wearing a black blazer with his hair neatly combed.

She gave a small wave as he approached and sat across from her, looking a bit nervous.

Bolin: You picked a pretty fancy place!

Asami: Don’t like it?

Bolin: N-no, I love it! I just wasn’t expecting all this.

Asami: What were you expecting?

Bolin: I don’t know—this is my first time going out with a girl!

Asami’s eyes widened in disbelief. It was hard to imagine someone like Bolin had never been on a date.

Asami: What? You’ve never gone out with anyone? Not even for fun?

Bolin: I kind of have a busy life, so I don’t get much time for this sort of thing.

Asami: What do you do?

Bolin: I own a chain of restaurants called Narook’s. It may not seem like it, but it takes up a lot of my time.

Asami: I think I’ve heard of it. My father, Hiroshi, is also pretty busy with his company.

Bolin: Wait, Hiroshi Sato? That Hiroshi? I’m on a date with Asami Sato?!

Asami: Want an autograph?

Bolin: Maybe. You’re not going to try signing my chest, are you?

Asami laughed with Bolin, both trying to keep their voices down to avoid drawing attention. They continued drinking and chatting until their food arrived.

Asami: If I’d known my night would be this fun, I would’ve run you over sooner!

Bolin: And I’d let you run me over!

They kept laughing. Asami wiped a happy tear from the corner of her eye as Bolin watched her closely.

Bolin: What?

Asami: You have a beautiful smile!

The girl blushed and looked away at her reflection in the wine glass. If it had been any other man, she might’ve found it cheesy or a pathetic attempt to flatter her. But Bolin seemed so genuine that she didn’t mind.

Asami: Thanks, Bolin. This night has been really nice!

Bolin: I’m the one who should be thanking you! You brought me to this amazing place and put up with me all night!

Asami laughed even harder, covering her mouth to muffle it.

Asami: I’m serious, Bolin. I needed this! With everything going on in the city, I’d forgotten what fun felt like.

Bolin: I get it! The terrorist attacks, the Equalists, and now the Masked Avenger being called the Avatar.

Asami: What do you think of the Equalists?

Bolin: Hmm… I don’t know. I think they’re aiming at the wrong target.

Asami: What do you mean?

Bolin: They think bending is the world’s evil and that getting rid of it will solve everything. I don’t think it’s that simple.

Asami: You think the problem will persist even if benders disappear?

Bolin: Yeah! I don’t think things will get worse, just that they’ll stay the same. People aren’t bad because of bending—they’re bad because they can hurt others. When I was a kid, a firebender killed my parents, but I know someone with a knife could’ve done the same thing.

Asami: That’s awful. It must’ve been hard.

Bolin: It was at first. I was full of anger and wanted revenge, but what could a five-year-old do? What I mean is, if a bender loses their bending, things won’t change. That same bender could still use a knife, a sword, or even a hammer. If the Equalists realize removing bending doesn’t fix things, what’ll they do next? Hate people who use hammers? It doesn’t make sense.

Asami paused to reflect on all the flaws in Amon’s ideology. Bolin was right—maybe they had been targeting the wrong problem all along.

Asami: Even if there are bad people who use their bending for evil, aren’t there also good people who just want to live their lives in peace? The vast majority of benders in Republic City barely use their bending for anything. They wake up early, go to work, come home, and repeat the routine day after day. Why would those people be considered the world’s evil?

Bolin: I never thought about it that way! Bolin… Do you think the Equalists are involved in the terrorist attacks?

Asami: What? No, of course not! The Equalists’ goal is what their name implies—equality for all! Why would they go around blowing people up? That makes no sense!

A smile graced Asami’s face as she savored the calm in Bolin’s voice. She knew instantly she had struck gold. However, it was getting late, and she still had important matters to attend to that night.

Asami: Thanks, Bolin. It’s a shame we have to end the night!

Bolin: I agree. Thanks for dinner. Shall I escort you to your ride, mademoiselle?

Asami: I’d love that!

Bolin stood up, extended his hand to Asami, and dramatically smoothed his hair. She laughed at his exaggerated humor and let him walk her to her Satomobile.

Asami: I can give you a ride home if you’d like!

Bolin: My apartment’s not far, but thanks for the night. I really needed someone to talk to.

Asami: By the way, why doesn’t the owner of a restaurant chain have his own Satomobile?

Bolin: Just between us, I’m terrible at driving cars—or anything with wheels, for that matter.

Asami: How about you come to my place next Sunday? I bet my dad would love to meet you! We could practice at the racetrack near the workshop. See you at 3:00 PM?

Bolin: It’s a deal!

The car started as Asami felt a relief in her heart she hadn’t realized she needed. Talking to Bolin was strangely pleasant—he was open-minded, seemed sincere, and avoided topics that made her uncomfortable. She decided not to ruin such a wonderful night by investigating any group, so she headed home to call it a night.

At home, she found her father sitting on the couch, tapping his heel on the floor. As soon as he heard her footsteps, he stood up with an irritated look.

Asami: Dad, why are you still awake?

Hiroshi: Where were you?

Asami: I just went out to have some fun.

Hiroshi: And you didn’t tell me anything?!

Asami: I didn’t think I needed to!

Hiroshi grabbed his daughter’s shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.

Hiroshi: Asami, did you go out looking for clues about that group?

Asami: No, Dad, I swear!

Hiroshi sighed in relief and pulled his daughter into a hug, looking desperate, as if it might be the last time he’d see her.

Hiroshi: I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so scared of losing you. I don’t want you to meet the same fate as your mother! Promise me that won’t happen, please!

Asami: I promise, Dad!

Asami returned the hug as her father held her tighter, seeming on the verge of tears but holding back to avoid worrying her. Since Asami’s mother died, Hiroshi had become overly protective of his daughter. He didn’t want her to meet the same fate, nor did he want her to stay with the Equalists—not after the terrorism began.

Asami: I think I’d better go to bed now. Can we talk tomorrow?

Hiroshi: Yes, sweetheart. Sleep well!

That night, Asami tossed and turned in bed, wondering what she should do. On one hand, she wanted to honor her mother’s legacy and clear the Equalists’ name. On the other, there was her father, who seemed on the brink of a breakdown. Making important decisions was harder than she thought.

The next morning, she woke to the radio reporting another terrorist attack at the pro-bending arena, leaving five injured and one dead—among them old Toza, the arena’s caretaker and a former pro-bender. It was a clear attempt to frame the Equalists for their anti-bending philosophy. At that moment, she decided she would get to the bottom of this investigation, even without her father’s support.

That night, Asami grabbed a mannequin head from her room, some hair extensions, and pillows. She arranged them under the blanket and turned off the lights, then donned her Equalist uniform and slipped out through her bedroom window. It was a twelve-meter drop from her second-floor window to the ground, but she jumped and landed on the grass with the grace of a ballerina. She then ran and vaulted over the estate’s fence effortlessly.

Asami slunk through the upscale neighborhood until she reached the city’s commercial district, climbing a drainpipe to reach a building’s rooftop. For a moment, she gazed at the city, her eyes fixed on her target: the Pro-Bending Arena, its glass dome completely shattered.

She darted across rooftops, using a cable to swing to another block when she leaped off a building. The swing carried her over a structure, landing her on the building opposite, and she resumed her run.

After twenty minutes, she reached the large domed building at the end of a pier extending into Yue Bay. The place had lost its characteristic glow—the lights were off, the white paint was nearly covered in soot, and the golden wall accents were dull.

Asami entered from above, using her rope to descend slowly to the bleachers. The back of the building was completely destroyed, revealing a view of the sea amid the rubble. Near the explosion site was a chalk drawing of a heavyset man’s silhouette, missing one leg and one arm, indicating he had been torn apart by the blast.

Asami: How horrible! How could someone do something like this?

Unknown Voice: I’ve been wondering the same thing.

Asami turned to face another masked figure, but it wasn’t the Avenger. It was a woman about her height, her mask revealing gray hair, suggesting she was around fifty years old.

Asami: Who are you?

Woman: I wouldn’t wear a mask if I wanted people to find out!

Asami: Are you an Equalist?

Woman: I don’t work with terrorists!

Asami: We’re not terrorists!

Woman: The biggest symbol of bending in Republic City explodes, and you expect me to believe you?!

Asami: Believe what you want. I’ll prove the Equalists’ innocence. If you know what’s good for you, stay out of my way!

Woman: Whatever. You’re not my target anyway!

Asami: What are you doing here, then?

Woman: That’s none of your business either! Give me a moment!

The woman bent the metal sole of her shoe and stomped on the ground, focusing for a moment. Then she looked toward a hallway entrance behind Asami.

Woman: I know you’re there. Come out!

A hooded man emerged from the shadows, and Asami recognized him instantly.

Asami: Amon!

Amon: Looks like we had the same idea!

Woman: So this is your boss? I thought he’d be taller!

Amon: And you’re not here to figure out what happened, are you?

Woman: No, I’m looking for the Masked Avenger. Do you know how to contact him?

Amon: Even if we did, why would we tell you?

Woman: So that’s a no!

Amon: I’m afraid you’re too late, ma’am. The Avenger likely investigated this place shortly after the police left. He’s not the type to waste time.

Woman: Then I’ll have to be faster next time! I’m done here. Goodbye!

The woman shot a steel cable at the ceiling and pulled herself up. Asami tried to stop her, but Amon placed a hand on her shoulder.

Amon: She’s not our problem.

Asami: You came looking for clues too?

Amon: Yes, as I’ve been doing since the first attack linked to the Equalists’ name!

Asami: So you were just bluffing at the meeting with my dad?!

Amon: People are dying, Asami. I can’t just stand by and watch—and you shouldn’t be here!

Amon walked to the explosion site and knelt before the chalk outline.

Asami: Like you said, Amon, people are dying. I can’t just stand by and watch either!

Amon: I’m handling this. You’re not ready to deal with this kind of thing!

Asami: I decide that! And if you won’t tell me anything, I’ll find out on my own!

Amon sighed beneath his mask as he continued studying the outline—it was old Toza’s silhouette, missing an arm and a leg, with no other chalk outlines nearby. Asami approached, searching for clues.

Amon: Alright, what do you make of this drawing?

Asami: Hmm, it shows the arms and legs were torn off, meaning he was attacked beforehand, or they used a fragmentation bomb!

Amon: Exactly. But since the rest of the body remained intact, we can assume he was already down before the explosion. It might not have been a bomb but a gas leak!

Asami: Which means he was brutally murdered when he encountered the attacker, and they tried to cover it up with an explosion!

Amon: In that case, we need to visit the morgue and examine his body.

Asami: How will we know where they took him?

Amon: I have my ways, child.

The Republic City morgue wasn’t far from the Pro-Bending Arena. In just thirty minutes, the duo reached the building, entering the main hall through a skylight. They descended into the pitch-black room using Asami’s rope. Amon approached a floor map on the wall and found what he was looking for.

Amon: Stay close. If anything happens, it’s better if we’re together.

Asami: Okay.

Amon led the way through the dark corridors with Asami close behind. It wasn’t their first mission together, but it was the first time he’d asked for her input during an investigation.

Before turning a corner, Amon stopped Asami and hid behind a support column. A guard passed by, shining a light down the corridor. Finding nothing amiss, the guard moved on, allowing the duo to continue.

Asami: Why is there a guard in the morgue?

Amon: Some criminals go after their victims’ bodies to ensure no evidence points to them—or even accomplices who died during a job and might be carrying something incriminating.

Asami: That’s sick!

Amon: True, but it’s exactly what we’re doing now.

That comment stung Asami’s soul. She didn’t want to be compared to people who did such things, but what else could she call herself at this point? Soon, they reached the autopsy room. Amon pulled out a lockpick, but when he touched the lock, he realized it was already open. They entered just in time to avoid the same guard returning. Amon was on alert for any surprise attack, but the room was as cold as expected.

They faced a large metal cabinet with multiple drawer-sized doors lined up—clearly where the bodies were stored.

Amon: Check every chamber until you find the body!

Asami nodded and opened the first drawer, freezing in place. Inside was a child, no older than twelve, with half their face disfigured by burns, another victim of the city’s terrorism.

Amon: Why did you stop?

Asami flinched as Amon approached and looked inside the drawer. He sighed and closed it, meeting her eyes with understanding.

Amon: I know it’s hard to deal with this, but I need you to focus! Our time here is limited, and anything beyond our goal should be ignored, got it?

Asami: Sorry, it won’t happen again!

They continued opening drawer after drawer until Amon found what he was looking for. He pulled out the body’s slab, revealing not only the missing arm and leg but also claw marks, a chunk missing from the throat, and a hole where the heart should have been.

Asami couldn’t handle the sight, removed her mask, and vomited on the floor. Amon ignored it, meticulously examining the body.

Amon: This doesn’t make sense. It’s like a wild animal got into the arena and killed him. A creature with a bite that big must weigh at least 200 kilos!

Asami: W-what kind of animal would do this?

Amon: I don’t know. I can’t think of any—at least not one that lives in Republic City! Maybe the Masked Avenger has some information.

Asami: How do you plan to find him?

Amon: No idea. Maybe we can find a way to lure him out. I’m not sure if he’ll fall for it, but this investigation is raising more questions than answers.

Asami: Can we get out of here? There’s nothing left for us in this place!

Amon nodded and slid the body back into the drawer. Asami put her mask back on, and they cautiously left the room. It didn’t help much, as they turned a corner and found a guard with his flashlight off, staring at them in the dark. The man was about to shout for help, but Amon moved like a shadow and pressed his thumb to the guard’s head.

Guard: P-please, not again!

Amon: What do you mean, again?

Guard: The Masked Avenger knocked me out a few minutes before you got here. Please don’t hurt me!

The duo exchanged confused glances. If the guard was telling the truth, they should have crossed paths with the vigilante. But it also explained the unlocked door when they arrived. Amon used his powers to put the guard into a deep sleep while Asami turned back and re-entered the room.

She began opening every drawer, hoping to find the vigilante hiding inside one. Amon followed, watching as his protégé carried out this wild plan. But the door behind him slammed shut, locking them inside. Asami stopped and watched as Amon used the lockpick to open the door in seconds.

They navigated the corridors back to the main hall, finding a knocked-out guard. Looking up, they saw the skylight had been closed.

Amon: Here, quick!

Amon interlaced his fingers and knelt, allowing Asami to step onto his palm. He boosted her up, enabling her to push open the skylight nine meters above. Back on the ground, Asami used her rope to climb out with Amon.

Finally free from the morgue, they spotted the vigilante’s silhouette leaping across rooftops a few buildings away. Without a second thought, Asami ran with all her strength to catch him. Amon wanted to tell her to stop, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t miss—not with the vigilante within reach.

The duo leaped between buildings, periodically losing sight of the vigilante. He was already a good distance away and seemed to have noticed them, making the chase even harder. Things only got worse when they reached the end of the block at a building taller than the others.

The vigilante jumped to the next block without hesitation, landing on another building’s rooftop and pausing to observe the duo, who didn’t dare attempt the same feat. Asami clicked her tongue and ran to the opposite side of the roof. Amon understood what she was about to do and decided to follow her lead. He wanted to stop her, but if she was confident she could make it, he would follow.

They sprinted with all their might and leaped. The streetlights below made it clear what would happen if they missed. But both landed safely, though the vigilante was already watching them from the edge of another building, about to leave.

Asami: WAIT, WE JUST WANT TO TALK!!

The vigilante seemed intrigued and watched in silence, waiting for them to continue.

Asami: We’re investigating the terrorist attacks happening in Republic City. Please, we need your help.

Amon: We have no malicious intentions toward you, Masked Avenger. We just want the attacks to stop, same as you!

They watched as the vigilante considered his response. If they lost sight of him now, there was no telling when they’d get another chance like this.

Vigilante: …The abandoned ship at the city’s junkyard, tomorrow at 11:00 PM. Don’t be late!

The vigilante turned and left, leaving the duo behind.

Asami: Why can’t he talk to us now?

Amon: Patience, child. Men like him know what they’re doing. Let’s head back now—we’ve made enough progress for one night.

Asami nodded, and they each went their separate ways into the city’s darkness. When she reached her room, she removed the arrangement of clothes and pillows from her bed. After taking off her suit, she found herself reflecting on how eventful the night had been. The image of old Toza’s corpse still haunted her mind—she could only imagine how painful his death must have been.

Meanwhile, Suyin used her cables to slip through the hotel window. Fortunately, they were on the top floor, making it easier to reach the terrace window. When she entered the room, she found most of her family asleep. The twins were sprawled on the floor, dressed in the same outfits as her. Kuvira, also in a suit, was lying on Baatar Jr.’s lap, who had fallen asleep sitting up with his hand on her waist.

Suyin: Looks like no one had any luck either!

Baatar: Suyin, you took longer than I expected!

Opal: Any progress?

Suyin: Unfortunately, no. I never stopped to think how much Republic City has grown since my last visit.

Opal: While you were out, we received this invitation from Mr. Varrick. His secretary left it here.

Suyin took the paper and read the invitation: “Mr. Iknik Blackstone Varrick invites the entire Beifong family to a party on his cruise on the 27th at 7:00 PM.”

Opal: What do you think?

Suyin: I don’t know. We’re not here for that!

Baatar: I think it’s a good idea! Since we arrived, we haven’t gone anywhere in the city. And it might be good to get Huan out of his room, even if he doesn’t want to.

Suyin: You’re probably right. We have plenty of time to find this Masked Avenger!

The next day at the Air Temple Island, Korra walked through the corridors carrying Rohan in her arms. Pema was too busy with chores and had asked Korra to watch the boy. They seemed to get along well, with Rohan laughing loudly as Korra blew on his belly.

Korra: Who’s the best airbender? It’s you, you silly goof!

Korra blew on Rohan’s belly again, and he kept laughing until he unleashed an air gust at her face, distorting it and messing up her hair. Surprised, Korra watched as the toddler jumped from her arms and ran through the corridors. She chased after him, wondering how someone so young could bend.

Korra: You can’t escape me, Rohan! I’m gonna catch you and gobble you up! Muahaha!

The boy laughed even louder as he ran out to the temple’s front area, overlooking the city and the harbor. But Korra saw something unexpected—a White Lotus ship was docking at the island’s pier. Several guards emerged with their signature spears as the monks greeted them.

Korra stood frozen at the sight, only snapping out of it when Rohan tugged at her Air Acolyte tunic. She scooped him up and ran inside to where Pema was.

Korra: Pema, what’s going on?

Pema: Korra, what happened?

Korra: Sorry for bringing him back so soon, but I have to greet the White Lotus. I think Tenzin’s already there.

Pema: No problem. You have duties to fulfill!

Korra handed Rohan to Pema and turned to leave, but felt her arm being grabbed.

Pema: Korra, no matter what happens, you can always talk to me, okay?

Korra: Thanks, Pema!

Korra returned to the harbor area, approaching Tenzin, who was already speaking with some guards. She suppressed the trembling in her hands and stood beside him. As soon as the guards noticed her, they knelt, confusing her.

Korra: Why are you here?

Guard: Avatar Korra, it’s an honor to see you again! We’ve come to escort you back to the South Pole!

Korra looked at Tenzin with a serious expression, feeling surprised, perhaps even betrayed. The airbender cleared his throat before speaking.

Tenzin: The Avatar Korra isn’t going anywhere!

Guard: With all due respect, Master Tenzin, we have direct orders from Korra’s teachers to bring her back and complete her training as soon as possible!

Korra: I’m not going anywhere! Tell my teachers they can go to hell!

The guards flinched at the Avatar’s threatening tone. The White Lotus wasn’t widely aware of how brutal Korra’s training had been, but they had heard rumors, none of them pleasant.

Tenzin: Korra?!

Everyone turned to the pier and saw Tonraq and Senna, Korra’s parents, along with Kya, Tenzin’s older sister. Kya stayed back as the couple approached Korra. Senna ignored the guards and pulled her daughter into a tight hug, but she stepped back, embarrassed, when Korra didn’t reciprocate.

Korra: What are you doing here?

Tonraq: We were worried about you! You disappeared for two years, didn’t send letters, or tell us where you were going!

Korra: If you were worried about me, you would’ve visited me at the White Lotus compound! Instead, you left me there for six years without a word. I’d almost forgotten what you looked like!

The onlookers fell silent at the deeply personal conversation. Senna and Tonraq were at a loss for words—their daughter harbored deep resentment toward them. The awkward silence was broken by Tenzin’s cough.

Tenzin: I believe this isn’t the appropriate place for this discussion! Please, let’s get you settled and find a proper place to talk.

Tonraq: Thank you, Tenzin!

Senna tried to approach her daughter again, but Korra stepped back, timidly holding her arm, then turned and walked away. It broke Senna’s heart to be rejected like that, but something deep down told her she deserved it.

The entire afternoon passed with Korra locked in her room, not emerging for dinner. The Avatar wanted to be happy about seeing her parents, but she didn’t know what to feel—whether to yell at them or embrace them.

Then an idea struck her. She grabbed the black flower the Avenger had given her, tucked it into her hair, and slipped out her bedroom window, sneaking past the White Lotus guards. She boarded a ferry and headed to the city. Luckily, it was Saturday, and she caught the ferry just in time. After disembarking, Korra waited a minute before walking to a dark alley and standing there.

Vigilante: You called me sooner than I expected.

Korra looked up and saw the Avenger perched on a fire escape ledge.

Korra: I just needed to clear my head.

Vigilante: And with so many options, you chose someone who turns criminals into mush every night? You’ve got strange taste!

Korra covered her mouth and laughed as the vigilante dropped into the alley and stood before her.

Vigilante: What do you need?

Korra: Got anything exciting going on? I could use some action before bed!

Vigilante: Action? I don’t know what you think my job is, but I can assure you what you saw last time is nothing compared to truly tough situations! I’ve seen things that would make the bravest men wet themselves.

Korra: I just want something to forget my problems, even if it’s just for tonight.

Vigilante: I don’t want to pry, but what exactly are your problems?

Korra: My parents arrived from the South Pole.

Vigilante: Have they already tried dragging you back home?

Korra: No, you goof!

Vigilante: So what’s the problem?

Korra: I just… I don’t know if I want to talk to them. When I saw them, all I wanted was to run into my dad’s arms and kiss my mom. But after everything I went through with the White Lotus, I’m not sure if I should.

Vigilante: I get it… You’re afraid of getting hurt if they insist on taking you back against your will. But honestly? In your shoes, I’d have hugged them both and never let go!

Korra: R-really? Why?

Vigilante: Korra, from what you told me, the White Lotus put you through brutal training, right?

Korra: Yeah, why?

Vigilante: In my early training years, all I could think about was my parents! But nowadays, I can barely remember their faces!

Korra: Do you even know where they are?

Vigilante: Yeah, six feet under!

Korra: …

Korra was speechless. Since her first encounter with the Avenger, this was the first time she sensed remorse in his voice. He hadn’t shown emotion even when he killed those cultists in cold blood.

Korra: What happened?

Vigilante: Don’t worry about it—you’ve got enough on your plate! What I’m saying is our lives haven’t been so different, Korra. I’m sure my training was as brutal as yours, but unlike me, you have people who care about you! Your parents care, and they want to make things right. You just need to give them a second chance and explain what you went through.

Korra: What if they don’t understand?

Vigilante: That means they’re terrible parents who don’t deserve a daughter like you. But I’m certain they’ll listen!

Korra: Why?

Vigilante: Because they went through the trouble of coming all the way here just to see you! A parent doesn’t travel across the world if they don’t love their kid.

Korra looked down, fidgeting with her fingers. Whoever this man was, he certainly knew the right things to say.

Vigilante: Korra, I know you want to forget your problems, but now’s not the time. Just go home, rest, and talk to your parents. It might be hard to face them now, but it’ll be worth it.

Korra: I think you’re right. This isn’t how I expected my night to go, but I guess it’s for the best!

Vigilante: Glad I could help! Now I’ve got to go. Good luck with your parents!

Korra: And good luck beating up criminals, or whatever you’ve got to do!

The vigilante nodded and placed a foot on the wall, then ran up it, leaving Korra wondering how he did that. When he reached the rooftop, he vanished, leaving a thoughtful Korra behind. In the end, she followed his advice and returned home. She arrived at the island, slipped back into her room, and found a plate of food with a note.

“I thought you might be hungry. Enjoy!” – Senna

Korra smiled, entered her room, and ate the meal while thinking about what she’d say to her parents the next day.

Meanwhile, Asami, dressed in her Equalist uniform, waited impatiently on the abandoned ship, pacing back and forth while Amon leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

Asami: Why hasn’t he shown up? It’s almost 9:00 PM!

Amon: Calm down, child.

Asami: I hope he’s not late. I have a commitment tomorrow…

Her conversation with Bolin came to mind, and this seemed like the perfect moment to question Amon.

Asami: Amon, you believe bending is the world’s evil, don’t you?

Amon: Yes. Why do you ask?

Asami: I… I’m not sure you’re entirely right!

Amon: Go on.

Asami: It’s just that there are people who don’t use their bending for bad things. In fact, some don’t use it at all! Is it really fair to take bending away from those people? What about those who just want to live in peace, far from all this mess between the Equalists and Republic City? Would that be fair to them?

Amon: …That’s a sudden change of perspective!

Asami: I met someone who gave me a new point of view.

Amon: This someone has a valid point! But we don’t have time to dwell on that now. Once we achieve our goal, we can worry about justice between good and bad benders. For now, let’s focus on stopping the attacks!

Asami: But what if ending bending isn’t the solution? Bad people can still use weapons to threaten others, right?

Amon: Asami, what hurts more—a motorcycle or a train?

Asami: …

Amon: Put a knife in a child’s hand, and you can take it away easily! But put a flame in their hand, and feel your own flesh burn when they use firebending on you!

Asami: But children can be taught, Amon! People can change. Some don’t even need to change.

Amon: I understand your perspective, Asami, but things are more complex than that! It’s admirable that you want to see only the good in people, but you’re ignoring everything else! Your point of view doesn’t change the fact that the world would be better if some people lost their bending.

Asami: Name one!

Amon: Lightning Bolt Zolt, leader of the Triple Threat Triad! Kuroh Tempest, leader of the Red Monsoons!

Asami: …

Amon: See, Asami? Those gang leaders were once normal kids, but now they kill and extort for their own gain.

Asami: But the Masked Avenger was also a normal person once, and now he fights for the good of others! The Air Nomads were massacred by the Fire Nation during the Hundred Year War, yet Aang’s descendants hold no grudge against them. Do those people deserve to lose their bending too?

Amon: As I said before, Asami, we’ll worry about justice after we solve this case! I’ll consider what you said—you have my word.

Asami: That’s all I ask.

After five minutes of waiting, the vigilante arrived on the ship’s deck, meeting the duo.

Asami: I thought you weren’t coming!

Vigilante: I arrived at the agreed time! Now tell me what you want from me.

Amon: We want to know what you’ve found out about the terrorist attacks. I’ve used all my sources in every gang in the city, but I’ve come up empty.

Vigilante: Before we continue, I’d like to know if your partner is trustworthy.

Amon: Don’t worry. I trained her myself and would trust her with my life without a second thought!

Vigilante: In that case, follow me!

Asami: Aren’t you going to tell us what you found out about the arena attack?

Vigilante: What attacked old Toza was a vampire.

Before they could leap off the ship, Asami stopped and crossed her arms. Even through her mask, it was clear she was irritated.

Vigilante: Something wrong?

Asami: Is this some kind of joke?

Vigilante: You said she was trustworthy.

Amon: She’ll understand when she sees it with her own eyes!

Asami: Amon, are you serious?

Amon: Just follow us, and you’ll understand!

With a frustrated sigh, Asami followed Amon and the vigilante to the top of a crane. They watched as the vigilante climbed effortlessly, as if walking up the structure. Amon opted for the stairs, while Asami scaled the outer framework. When they reached the top, the trio saw the nighttime sea beneath a starry sky. In the distance, a luxurious cruise ship sailed around the city.

Asami: What are we doing here?

Vigilante: The vampire that attacked old Toza is the kind that needs to feed on hearts to survive. I should’ve been able to track it, but the trail went cold when I reached the city’s harbor.

Asami: Sure, and I put my teeth under my pillow to get a coin!

Vigilante: Never do that again—it could be dangerous!

Asami gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as she glared at the vigilante’s back.

Amon: Let me guess—you plan to board that cruise to find this monster!

Vigilante: Exactly. If we find the vampire, we have a good chance of finding its summoner.

Asami: And how do you plan to get there?

Vigilante: Can you swim?

Amon: Don’t worry, she can handle it!

Asami: Amon, are you really taking this seriously?! This man is clearly insane! It’s winter, and the water’s nearly freezing.

Amon: Do you trust me?

Asami: Yes!

Amon: With your life?

Asami: Yes, Amon. You trained me. I’d trust you blindfolded!

Vigilante: Very touching, but time’s running out! If we delay, the cruise will pass, and we won’t catch it. Are you coming or not?

Asami looked into the eyes of the vigilante’s mask as he tapped his foot impatiently. She glanced at Amon, who awaited her response. With hesitation, she nodded. The vigilante didn’t hesitate, running to the edge of the crane and diving into the water. Amon followed suit, with Asami close behind. As soon as she hit the water, Asami regretted not turning back when she had the chance. Fortunately, it wasn’t cold enough to freeze.

After fifteen minutes of relentless swimming, the trio reached the spot where the cruise would pass. They floated in the water, facing each other.

Vigilante: Do you have a way to scale the ship’s hull?

Amon: I have a method. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her too!

Vigilante: Great. When the ship passes, we’ll only have one chance to climb aboard. Miss it, and you’re left behind!

Asami: How heartwarming!

As they spoke, the ship drew closer, casting its shadow over them. The vigilante pressed his palms against the hull, fighting the current. Then Asami felt pressure around her waist as she was propelled upward by a surge of water.

She stared at Amon in shock as he was lifted by the same force. They landed in a remote area full of cabins, out of sight. A gala was underway on the ship, with many prominent figures present, like the famous radio host Raiko, who spread the false Avatar rumor, and the Beifong family, all dressed elegantly.

Asami: You… You’re a waterbender!

Amon: We’ll discuss this later!

Vigilante: That’s right, save the talk for later!

They watched the vigilante climb over the railing and board the ship. He opened a nearby door and entered a room, with the trio following. They descended through a hatch to the lower deck, where the engines hummed.

Vigilante: Good thing this is just a party cruise. If it had multiple floors with cabins, the risk would be much higher.

Asami: What now, a rain dance?!

Amon gave Asami a stern look, making her shrink back. But, against their expectations, the vigilante laughed at her joke—a calm, quick laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

Vigilante: Sorry, let’s get serious now!

Amon: Start by explaining to her how to recognize this vampire!

Asami: I have a plan. We disguise ourselves as waiters, grab some garlic-heavy food, and pass it in front of the guests—

Vigilante: It’s not that kind of vampire!

Asami was confused. She had read countless romance stories about vampires and supernatural creatures—what made this one different?

Vigilante: We’re not dealing with a well-dressed, handsome, polite man. What we’re looking for is a humanoid creature at least two meters tall, with skin as pale as the moon and eyes that will hypnotize you if you look directly at them. If you want to survive, hit it with everything you’ve got and avoid eye contact. That goes for you too, Amon!

Asami: What about you? Isn’t there a way to exorcise it or turn it to dust?

Vigilante: No. The only thing left when we’re done will be a corpse we’ll toss into the sea to feed the fish.

Asami: And why do you think it’s here?

Vigilante: Because Huan Beifong is here! He’s been marked, and now that they know I’m protecting him, they’ll use extreme measures to get him.

Asami: Why? What’s so special about him?

Vigilante: The more we talk, the more time we waste. I’ll explain later. For now, you just need to know that vampires can’t enter the sea—it’s like a dark abyss to them. But someone must have found a way to get it here without the ship’s crew noticing!

Amon: Can you at least tell us if you’ve uncovered the kidnappers’ plan?

Vigilante: Yes. They planned to offer Huan’s soul and flesh as a noble sacrifice—in other words, someone with blue blood. Then they’d collect the ashes infused with the entity’s energy and use them in a ritual to summon a vampire superior to the one they have now.

Amon: Which means their plan is to use the current vampire to cause chaos on the ship and kidnap Huan in the confusion!

Vigilante: Maybe, or perhaps they think the vampire alone is enough to capture him. If the creature gets its hands on him, I’m sure it won’t hesitate to jump into the water and take him to the summoner! Then they’ll continue the ritual elsewhere. We have to stop this until the Beifongs return to Zaofu!

Asami: But you just said it can’t enter the sea!

Vigilante: That’s where you two come in! There must be a waterbender among the guests waiting to act. I need you to watch Huan and ensure he stays out of that bender’s reach!

Asami: And what happens if they summon this thing?

Vigilante: Then I’ll have even more work than we’d have against this vampire, and a lot of people will die. Luckily, you’re here to help, which saves me a lot of trouble!

Asami: What’s your plan?

Vigilante: You two stay out of sight and watch Huan exclusively! He’s been marked by the cult, so they’ll target him for sure. Meanwhile, I’ll search the ship for the vampire and deal with it!

Asami: You want us to just stand here doing nothing?!

Vigilante: I can’t be in two places at once. My original plan was to watch until the vampire or the bender appeared, but with you here, I can work calmly knowing he’s protected!

Amon: I’ll be enough to watch the boy! Asami, you go with the Avenger and follow his instructions!

Vigilante: Are you sure?

Amon: I know it’s a lot to ask, but please, show her some of the truth about this city, like you showed me before!

Asami: I didn’t agree to this!

Vigilante: I don’t have time to waste. You can follow me if you want, but don’t expect me to hold your hand and help you cross the street!

The vigilante ran through the ship’s corridors while Asami followed reluctantly. Having grown up as a woman of science and facts, she didn’t expect the vigilante’s words to be true. All she saw was a masked lunatic living in a fantasy world. Yet Amon was taking this seriously, even agreeing to follow his orders.

Asami: So… how do you know so much about this “vampire”?

Vigilante: I’ve dealt with black magic for much of my life and studied a lot since I learned to read!

Asami: Who did you study with?

Vigilante: Now’s not the time to talk about that!

They reached a pair of spiral staircases leading to the ship’s lowest level, where the engines and maintenance materials—like heavy tools, ropes, and steel plates for patching the hull—were kept.

Vigilante: You head to the engine room, and I’ll check the storage area!

Asami: What if I find it?

Vigilante: It’s unlikely. A creature like that doesn’t like noise. But if you do, don’t look into its eyes, run to me as fast as you can, and we’ll face it together!

Asami: …Okay!

Asami wanted to argue. It was clear the vigilante was trying to get rid of her to face the creature alone, but Amon had told her to follow his orders, so she would. Besides, she was still skeptical about the monster’s existence.

She descended the stairs and entered the engine room. This was the world’s first ship not powered by coal, using the same mechanism as a Satomobile but on a much larger scale, fueled mostly by giant batteries.

Asami: I should talk to Mr. Varrick about this!

While admiring the electrical equipment, Asami heard a noise echoing off the walls. She grabbed her pair of electric batons and approached the wall separating the storage area from the engine room. Then she found a man slumped in a corner, his chest torn open and throat pierced, just like Toza.

Asami: Spirits!

Asami checked the man and saw that, despite his pallor, his body was still warm—likely killed minutes ago. His face was deathly white, as if most of his blood had been drained. A chill ran down her spine as the thought that the vigilante’s story might be true crossed her mind. She quickly shook her head and tried to think of a logical explanation.

Then she heard a noise in the ventilation pipes—something heavy moving at an astonishing speed. The creature passed over her and landed in the next room, followed by commotion.

Terrified men’s screams echoed through the walls, followed by an animalistic roar of pain and the sound of chains. Asami ran up the stairs, knocking over a sailor in her path. When she reached the top, she found the Masked Avenger clinging to a chain, being dragged down the corridor and around a corner.

Asami: Impossible!

Meanwhile, Amon watched Huan from an isolated room on the outer deck. The boy seemed highly antisocial, showing signs of discomfort in the crowd, staying away from most people. This would make Amon’s job harder and the vampire’s easier if it attempted a surprise attack. Amon only hoped he wouldn’t need to use bloodbending with so many witnesses—it would destroy the Equalist movement.

His train of thought was interrupted when the floor below exploded violently. A creature emerged from the hole with a metal hook lodged in its shoulder, attached to a taut chain leading below. People watched in horror as the creature struggled against the force pulling it.

When the monster spotted Huan, it surged against the chain toward the terrified boy. Huan was quickly surrounded by his family, ready to defend him. The creature finally overcame the force, sending the chain flying upward, but the vigilante, still holding it, landed in front of the Beifongs, surprising everyone. Journalists began snapping photos of the standoff as some people fled the chaos.

Huan: I-I knew it! I knew I’d see you again!

Vigilante: Now’s not the time for that—hide!

Suyin: No way! That thing wants to hurt my family!

Suyin and the twins positioned themselves beside the vigilante, who still held the chain. Asami was about to burst through the door, but Amon appeared in the corridor and stopped her.

Asami: We have to help him!

Amon: He knows what he’s doing. We’ll step in if the fight gets too tough! For now, we need to watch for anyone waterbending.

Asami: But—

Amon: No! You’re not ready to handle this. If you interfere, you’ll only get in his way!

Asami: …NO!!

Asami pushed past Amon and ran with her electric batons toward the creature. She struck its back, making it roar in pain. It turned and swung at her, but she ducked and shocked its jaw. The vigilante yanked the chain, making the monster fall on its back. The Beifong fighters bent the metal railing, sharpening it and striking the creature’s chest, causing it to stop moving.

The crowd, once terrified, now cheered frantically as more photos were taken. The camera flashes were almost irritating.

Wei: What is that thing?

Vigilante: Don’t get close!

The vigilante blocked Wei with his arm as the twin tried to approach the creature. Suyin placed a hand on her son’s shoulder, deciding to follow the vigilante’s advice.

Suyin: We need to talk to you!

Vigilante: Now’s not a good time! Girl, I told you to stay away from that thing!

Asami: Is it dead?

Asami prodded the creature with her baton and got no response. But the moment she relaxed, the vampire sat up and lunged at her torso. In an instant, Asami saw her life flash before her eyes. The world slowed, and among the crowd, she saw her father! The old man didn’t seem to recognize her due to the mask, but once they stripped her corpse, he’d know the truth.

A tear rolled down her cheek, and then she realized she was being pushed aside by the vigilante. He took the blow for her, the creature’s razor-sharp claw slicing across his stomach. She watched in horror as the vigilante, lying beside her, clutched the wound with both arms to keep his insides from spilling out.

Huan: Oh, no!

Suyin: Spirits!

Asami snapped out of her shock, staring at the alarming amount of blood pouring from her savior. She grabbed a tablecloth and pressed it against the wound. The white fabric turned red in seconds as the vigilante grunted in pain. She also noticed the creature pulling the metal spikes from its chest and tossing them into the water. The Beifong family assumed fighting stances, sweating as the grotesque monster rapidly regenerated its wounds.

Wing: What is that thing?

Kuvira: I don’t know, but it’s after Huan. Protect him!

Baatar Jr.: Kuvira, wait!

Kuvira ignored him and charged at the creature. She bent some cutlery into its face to distract it, then bent a knife into her hand, slid between its legs, and stabbed its calf. The rest of the family followed, bending every sharp object they could toward the monster, but the wounds were all superficial.

The problem with being on a cruise was the lack of earth to bend—a nightmare for any earthbender. The monster turned to Kuvira, who landed a punch to its stomach, but it didn’t budge. It grabbed her arm, broke it with a squeeze, and threw her onto a nearby table.

The creature turned to the family, who launched more sharp objects at it, but by now, it was overcoming the pain and advancing slowly.

Asami: I’ll be right back. Keep the cloth pressed and try not to move!

Asami left the vigilante holding the cloth and charged at the monster, shocking its leg and bringing it to its knees. She took advantage of the position to deliver a maximum-power shock to its temples. The creature roared again and stood, striking Asami faster than before, throwing her against the railing. Her vision darkened as she saw Amon running to her aid.

Huan watched as his family fought desperately to protect him, but their attacks had little effect. His mind was flooded with visions of that strange statue and the cultists, filling him with panic. He trembled like a terrified child.

He looked around and saw Kuvira unconscious, being helped by Baatar, Suyin and the twins ahead attacking with whatever their metalbending could control. He saw Opal beside him, looking even more terrified than he was, to the point of wetting herself. Then he looked at the pool of blood where the vigilante should have been…

Huan: Wait, what?

The creature stopped advancing as the chain hooked to its shoulder wrapped around its neck. The vigilante, with the tablecloth tied around his stomach, jumped onto its back and locked his legs around its chest. He began pulling the chain with all his strength in both directions.

The monster still tried to advance toward Huan, but the pressure on its neck was so intense that it began thrashing, trying to shake the man off. Even a mystical creature like it needed oxygen. The vigilante tightened his grip until the blood vessels in its neck burst, making its eyes bloodshot.

Huan: We have to help!

Wing: Help who?

The creature continued thrashing desperately, knocking over tables as it tried to grab the man with its arms. Meanwhile, the relentless camera flashes irritated its vision. The monster charged toward some guests who stood frozen with fear, but the pressure on its neck intensified, forcing it to retreat.

It felt as though its neck was about to snap as the chain dug into its flesh. Its survival instincts screamed for a way to escape the chokehold. Then it rushed toward a wall in one of the rooms, ignoring the businessman Varrick in its path. Fortunately, he was pulled out of the way by his loyal assistant, Zhu Li Moon.

The monster crashed through the wall, destroying it. Spectators watched in disbelief as the vigilante held the chain with an iron grip. Then the vampire, its eyes watering and nearly popping out, staggered backward until it hit the railing and fell into the water with the vigilante on its back.

Huan: NO!!

Huan ran to the edge as the twins held him back. He wanted to jump in to save the man, but by now, he had vanished into the moonlit water, along with the two Equalists who slipped away unnoticed. Huan covered his face with his hands and began to cry. Suyin walked over and hugged him, rubbing his back.

Suyin: I’m so sorry, Huan. None of us wanted it to end like this!

Wei: He fought to the end. That guy has my respect!

Wing: It’s a shame it ended this way!

Huan: WHY ARE YOU TALKING LIKE HE’S DEAD?!

The family stepped back from the boy, exchanging nervous glances, unsure who would break the harsh reality to him. The answer came from Kuvira, who was being supported by Baatar Jr.’s shoulder.

Kuvira: Huan, someone with a wound like that has no chance of surviving in those conditions! I’m sorry, but the Masked Avenger is dead!

Those words echoed in Huan’s mind as his family’s voices turned into static in his ears. Someone as strong as that man wouldn’t die from a mere cut, no matter how severe. Huan refused to believe it. The Avenger was alive—he had to be.

Meanwhile, Asami woke up on a building’s rooftop. She was lying face-down as Amon used water to heal her back. He had removed her mask and lifted the back of her suit, exposing the bruise on her spine.

Asami: W-where am I?

Amon: You’re safe. That’s all that matters!

Asami: And the Masked Avenger?

Amon: He’s dead!

Asami sat up, ignoring the pain in her back. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Asami: You can’t be serious!

Amon: I’m sorry, Asami, but no one survives a wound like that, not in those conditions.

Asami: Spirits, this is my fault!

Amon: It’s no one’s fault!

Asami: You don’t understand. If I had taken him seriously from the start, maybe he would’ve trusted me to fight by his side! Instead, he had to save me from death.

Amon: Asami, he did what he thought was necessary to protect the Beifong family! This would’ve happened even without your interference.

Asami: That’s a lie! Someone like him wouldn’t make that mistake. He had already planned something before we met! You were right—I shouldn’t have interfered. I ignored your warning and only got in his way!

Amon: I understand you’re frustrated, Asami, but no matter how strong you are, things can always go wrong.

Asami: But… he can’t be dead! Not after all this… This can’t be happening…

Asami clutched her head, staring at the ground. The shock of reality from less than an hour ago was still sinking into her ignorant mind.

Amon: Just go home and rest! We’ll discuss this when you’re feeling better!

Amon turned and left across the rooftops. Asami wanted to yell at him, to ask why he hadn’t helped during the fight, but he owed her no explanations. In fact, she felt she owed him an apology. She was the one who insisted on joining this investigation, who nearly got them caught at the morgue, and who mocked all the vigilante’s warnings.

Asami ran home and locked herself in the bathroom. She was still covered in the vigilante’s blood. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. The blood swirled down the drain as she struggled to breathe, but no matter how much she scrubbed that night, the water remained red and smelled of copper.

The next day at Air Temple Island, Korra woke up and put on her newly repaired Water Tribe clothes. During the night, she had reflected on what the vigilante told her about holding onto her parents and never letting go, and where she should begin the conversation with them.

The past two years surviving on the streets hadn’t given her time to think about this situation. When she reached the living room, her parents were already waiting with Kya and Tenzin’s family, all looking nervous about her possible reaction. The old Korra would’ve slammed the kitchen door and stormed out, but things had changed in recent years.

Pema: Good morning, Korra. Why don’t you sit down?

Korra: Sorry, Pema, but not now. Mom, Dad, can I talk to you?

Senna: Of course, sweetheart, whatever you want!

The couple stood and followed Korra through the corridors as the Air Nomad family exchanged glances.

Jinora: What’s going to happen?

Ikki: I bet she’s going to talk about that handsome man who came here!

Tenzin: Man?

Ikki: A super cute policeman came to deliver the stuff Korra left at the station. I bet he just used that as an excuse to see her!

Tenzin: Why am I always the last to know these things?

Kya: Don’t be sad, Tenzin. You were also the last to be born and never complained!

Pema placed a comforting hand on Tenzin’s shoulder as the girls continued debating about Mako. Meanwhile, Korra entered her room, followed by her parents, who were anxious to hear what she would say.

Tonraq: Korra, before anything else, we want you to know we’re sorry for any mistakes we made.

Senna: And we want you to know that no matter what happens, our arms will always be open to you.

Korra: I want to apologize!

Tonraq: For what?

Korra: I shouldn’t have acted that way yesterday!

Senna: Sweetheart, don’t apologize for that. Just tell us why you ran away! The White Lotus was supposed to protect and train you. Did you leave because you wanted more freedom?

Korra: It’s not that simple!

Tonraq: Then explain! Why are you like this? What happened to you?

Korra timidly clutched her arm, doing her best to avoid her parents’ eyes. Senna wanted to step closer and hug her daughter but feared being rejected again.

Korra: They trained me… every day!

Tonraq: …

Senna: What do you mean?

Korra: They woke me before sunrise and trained me until long after sunset… way after!

Tonraq: Every day?

Korra: They humiliated me and beat me whenever I made a mistake! They made me stand naked in the snow during blizzards, saying it was good for my body! They forced me to drink poison, claiming I had to be ready for anything!

Senna covered her mouth in disbelief. When she invited the White Lotus into their home, she thought they would protect her daughter. As for Tonraq, he clenched his fists so tightly that his arms seemed about to tear through his shirt sleeves.

Korra: I always had to fight all five of my teachers at once. They attacked me relentlessly, never giving me a break, even when I collapsed! Even when I begged for a pause, they didn’t stop, and they kept saying I was a disappointment, that I’d be a terrible Avatar!

Senna: Korra, I’m so sorry!

Korra: Despite all that, I kept going. I thought things would get easier with time, that when I got out, I could see you. But that day never came. I kept enduring the abuse, dreaming of the day you’d come take me away. But then came the day I woke up and realized I’d forgotten your faces!

Tonraq: …

Korra: I was so scared. That was by far the worst part of everything I went through! My teachers always said if I wasn’t good enough, you’d never take me back. I didn’t want that to be true, so I gave it my all, but it was never enough. So I ran. I was so afraid you’d hate me! I didn’t want to show up at home like that. I didn’t even remember where home was… I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me!

Senna: We’d never be ashamed of you, sweetheart!

Tonraq: Those bastards!

Senna: Sweetheart, look at me, please.

Korra forced herself to meet her parents’ eyes. Her mother had tears streaming down her face, and her father was silent, but she could see his eyes trembling, just like his fists. Tonraq wasn’t the type to show emotion, but it was easy to tell when he was angry—or when he wanted to kill someone.

Senna: Sweetheart, I’m so sorry! If I’d known this would happen, I’d never have sent you to that place!

Korra: Why didn’t you visit me? I missed you so much!

Tonraq: We tried, Korra, but they always said you were too busy or had gone to train in another region. The spirits know how much we wanted to see you, but they kept us from you! Can you forgive us? Or at least not hate us for this?

Korra: A few hours ago, I would’ve said no!

Senna’s heart sank at her daughter’s words. The rage in Tonraq’s chest grew with every second as he thought about how the broken woman before him was so different from the stubborn, brave little girl he’d known years ago.

Korra: But I talked to a friend last night, and he told me what he’d do in my place. He made me realize how important you are to me! I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t forgive you.

Senna: Sweetheart!

Korra leaped into her mother’s arms and held her tightly. They both cried on each other’s shoulders.

Korra: I’m sorry! A few years ago, all I wanted was to be the Avatar, but now I don’t want that anymore. I just want to be with you! I want to go home, have a normal life, have a child and a husband. I want what you’ve always had, Mom!

Senna held her daughter even tighter as they both fell to their knees. Her heart broke with every word Korra spoke. Tonraq knelt and pulled them both close.

Korra: I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being so useless, for running away. I’m sorry for not being the Avatar you wanted!

Tonraq: You’re not the Avatar. You’re my daughter! Korra, of the Southern Water Tribe, and I promise those bastards will never hurt you again!

Korra: What are you going to do?

Korra looked at Tonraq with red eyes. Senna cradled her daughter’s head against her neck, trying to feel the warmth she’d missed so much.

Tonraq: Don’t worry about that. When I return to the South Pole, I’ll figure out what to do! I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but can you trust me?

Korra smiled through her tears and hugged her father. He held her protectively as her mother stroked her back. In his mind, he imagined a thousand ways to torture the White Lotus for what they did, especially Korra’s teachers.

Senna: By the way, we have a surprise for you!

Korra looked at the couple expectantly. They exchanged a glance and led her back to the boat at the dock.

Korra: What are we doing here?

Senna: You’ll see!

Tonraq whistled loudly, and moments later, a polar bear dog came running toward Korra. She had no time to react as the animal knocked her to the ground and began licking her face. Her parents watched as she laughed loudly and tried to shield herself with her hands.

Korra: Naga—stop… Help—help me!

The couple watched as the animal reunited with its owner. They hadn’t seen each other since Korra moved to the White Lotus compound.

Tonraq: Naga, sit!

The dog obeyed, climbing off Korra and sitting in front of her, its tail wagging wildly. Korra stood, her face and chest drenched in slobber. Senna bent some water over her daughter to clean her, then dried her off.

Korra: I can’t believe you kept her all this time.

Senna: We’d never abandon her, Korra. She was our only reminder of you!

Tonraq: And now that you two are together, I can return to the South Pole with peace of mind! Senna, can you take care of them while I’m gone?

Korra: What are you going to do?

Senna: Are you sure you don’t need my help?

Tonraq: Don’t worry. Once I settle things with the White Lotus, I’ll be back! If Korra still wants a normal life by then, I’ll make it happen!

Korra: When are you leaving?

Tonraq: As soon as I discuss some things with Master Tenzin.

As they spoke, Naga crept up behind Korra and sniffed her hair. The herbal scent seemed to attract the dog. Korra giggled at the tickling sensation on her neck, then turned and hugged the dog’s neck.

Senna: I think it’s worth staying! Just promise me you’ll be careful.

Tonraq: It’s not me you need to worry about!

Senna: Dear, don’t do anything reckless!

Tonraq: I won’t, I promise! I need to see Tenzin now. Why don’t you take Korra for breakfast?

Korra: You’re not coming? I wanted to eat as a family for the first time in so long.

Tonraq: We will, but not now. After you eat, Kya will examine you to make sure nothing’s wrong, okay?

Korra: And when will you be back from the South Pole?

Tonraq: I don’t know, but I’ll be thinking of you both the whole time!

Korra hugged Tonraq tightly. Senna smiled, her heart warming at the sight. She could hardly wait to sit and talk with her daughter.

Tonraq: Naga, let go!

Their thoughts were interrupted when Naga began chewing on Korra’s hair. The couple had to help free their daughter from the creature’s teeth as she laughed loudly.

After much effort and laughter to free Korra, Tonraq left to meet Tenzin. Korra and Senna joined Pema in the kitchen, where she was washing breakfast dishes while Meelo, Jinora, and Ikki played with Rohan at the table.

Pema: You’re finally back! Sit down, please, I’ll prepare something!

Meelo: I want to eat too!

Pema: You just had breakfast, young man. Wait until lunch!

Senna: Please, let me help you.

Pema: No worries, it’s all ready! Just sit!

As she entered the kitchen, Pema turned on a small radio to distract herself from her children’s chaos. It was her way of coping with the stress of raising four young airbenders who blasted gusts of wind in her face daily.

As classical music played on the radio, Pema served the mother-daughter duo, who chatted excitedly about what they’d seen in recent years.

Senna: Korra, how did you survive in the city after leaving the South Pole?

Korra: I made a friend who helped me. His name’s Gommu. He usually lives in the city park!

Pema: The park? You mean in the bushes, or does he have a house nearby?

Korra: In the bushes. He claimed one as his home, and sometimes he sleeps in the underground district.

Senna: Did you go to the city last night to meet someone? Is he the friend who convinced you to talk to us?

Korra: No, I haven’t seen him since I came to the island. The friend I meant is the Masked Avenger!

The children stopped what they were doing and stared at Korra. Pema nearly tripped in the kitchen, and Senna looked at her daughter in panic. She and Tonraq often heard radio news in the South Pole, many of which said terrible things about the Avenger.

Senna: You made friends with a serial killer?

Jinora: I think you meant “cereal killer.”

Meelo: What was he like?

Ikki: Did he try to hurt you?

Korra: He’s not a bad person. Those stories about him are all lies!

Pema: Then why don’t you tell us how you met him?

Korra smiled, recalling her first encounter with the man. Her face flushed pink as she remembered the gift he gave her. She decided to share the story from their first meeting, omitting details about the cult and describing them as random criminals.

Meanwhile, Tonraq sat in a chair in an office on the island while Tenzin gazed at Republic City through a window. Both waited for the other to speak as random news played on the room’s radio.

Tonraq: Has Kya examined my daughter yet?

Tenzin: Not yet, but Korra has agreed to see her. But that’s not why you’re here, is it?

Tonraq: If there aren’t too many repercussions, I’ll dissolve the White Lotus and arrest those five teachers who tortured my daughter!

Tenzin: And how do you plan to do that?

Tonraq: Most of the South Pole sees me as a leader. I’m sure they’ll support my decision once they learn about their inhumane conduct!

Tenzin: You realize you’ll be sending a message if you expel that organization from the South Pole, don’t you?

Tonraq: I don’t care, Tenzin. What they did to my daughter can’t go unpunished!

Tenzin: I understand your point, but is it right to dismantle one of your country’s main military forces just to punish a few guilty parties?

Tonraq: What do you expect me to do? I’m not sure if only her teachers are to blame, and I don’t know who else might be involved.

Tenzin: Tonraq, if someone did this to my children, I’d be thirsting for justice too. But you have to consider how the White Lotus bolsters the South’s military strength! If the issue is finding the culprits, I’ll help you!

Tonraq: How?

Tenzin: I have my own contacts in the Southern Tribe. When my mother hears what they did, she won’t waste time acting.

Tonraq: Having Master Katara on my side would be a huge advantage. She’s a powerful political figure worldwide.

Tenzin: And I’ll ensure her full support. Just promise me you’ll make the right decisions!

Tonraq: As long as I get my hands on the guilty, the rest of the White Lotus doesn’t matter to me. And what will you do in the meantime?

Tenzin: I’ll continue Korra’s airbending training. We know she’s three years behind.

Tonraq: And if my daughter doesn’t want to be the Avatar anymore?

Tenzin: Korra’s just confused, Tonraq! Let’s give her time to heal. If she hasn’t changed her mind by the time you return, I’ll support her. Until then, you and your family are welcome to stay as long as you need.

Tonraq was heartened by Tenzin’s response. He thought the Air Nomad would oppose his decision, but it seemed Tenzin empathized with his rage. They would have finalized more details, but the radio in the room suddenly blared.

Radio: Attention, this is Republic News with the hottest stories of the day! For your entertainment, we have breaking news: The Masked Avenger is dead!!

Tonraq: Is that who I think it is?

Tenzin: Yes. I expected to hear this, but not so soon.

Tonraq grabbed a newspaper spread out on Tenzin’s desk and glanced at it. It featured a photo of the Avenger holding the creature with chains, alongside another of him collapsed on the ground with his wound, being tended to by an Equalist.

Tonraq: What does this death mean?

Tenzin: I don’t know, but things could get turbulent from now on.

Radio: Moving on with the news: The Avatar has finally been revealed, folks! Republic City would like to welcome Korra of the Southern Water Tribe.

Tonraq: Tenzin, what does this mean?

Tenzin: Tarrlok, that creep! He must have heard about the Avenger’s death and decided to reveal Korra’s identity.

Tonraq: And how did he know about my daughter?

Tenzin: I’ll explain everything, but for now, we’ll have to postpone our conversation. The council will want to discuss this. I’ll speak with my mother as soon as you leave for the South Pole, but for now, just rest and spend time with your daughter. The spirits know how much she needs you.

Tonraq: Alright.

With a frustrated huff, Tonraq left the room while Tenzin massaged his temples. Things in Republic City were about to get even more chaotic.