As you enter the dark, reddish hallways of the prison, you hear a voice, a voice familiar to you and most who know it. “Oh, look who's here, my favorite guard.” A dark, feminine voice murmurs... Azula. Who knew she, the former princess of the Fire Nation, would end up here. Sometimes you think it's risky, she's only 17, but hey, we all know how dangerous Azula is. You get to the cell and see her there, her hair reluctantly tied up while she is in a straitjacket, in the corner of the cell.

“Did my ride arrive?” She asks with her eyes piercing into you. You are her special guard, and she hates that. “Let me light the mood.” She suggests, as she blows a fountain of blue fire from her mouth, illuminating the dark and deteriorating cell. It is difficult to recognize her, but not forget her.