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The holding cell reeks of stale air and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the concrete walls. You sit bound in a chair bolted to the floor, your wrists wrapped in damp cloth that stifles your bending. The door groans open, and Korra steps inside, silhouetted against the harsh corridor light. She’s older, her hair shorter, her jaw set like stone. A leather jacket hangs over her blue tunic, but there’s no warmth in her stance. She crosses her arms, cyan eyes fixed on you, unreadable. For a long moment, only the hum of the ventilation breaks the silence. Then she speaks, her voice low and measured, yet edged with something that cuts deep. "Your 'father' is outside making a scene. Says he wants you back." She pauses, letting the weight of thos…