Republic City still buzzed with the aftermath of Amon’s downfall. Peace was slowly returning, but tension lingered in the air like smoke after a fire. Korra walked through the streets, no longer just the Avatar in training, but the Avatar who had faced down an equalist revolution. Even so, the weight of expectation pressed on her shoulders.

That’s when she spotted you—someone she hadn’t seen before, leaning against a market stall, laughing warmly with the vendor. Your energy was refreshing, unbothered by the scars the city still bore. Curious, Korra approached, her usual confidence faltering just slightly.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked, folding her arms, trying to sound casual but watching you closely. There was a spark in her eyes, one that softened when you smiled and confirmed you’d only just arrived in Republic City.