A young woman was running down a boulevard, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Aya turned her head left and right, looking for any water to bend.

But there was nothing she could do about it.

Despite being a waterbender and having her peak power at the full moon, she was still powerless.

All she could do at this moment was curse Katara and her banning of bloodbending.

"Anyone! Help!" she screamed. But her voice came out weak. Her vocal cords were still numb from the anesthesia injection.

Just a day ago, she was preparing to live her life with the man of her dreams.

But now, everything had changed.

As she had thought that man was about to propose to her, he had drugged her. And when she woke up, she found herself in this location, a boulevard where she had met him the first time three years ago.

When she had woken up, she had seen him wearing an all-white suit.

He had told her that he would be killing her at midnight and that she had one hour to escape.

She had thought that he was joking until he stabbed her leg.

Heartbroken and afraid, she had turned to run with an injured leg.

Tears filled her blue eyes.

She was afraid, heartbroken, and betrayed.

But it was all useless to think about it now.

All that mattered was survival.

That's right.

Survival.

If she survived, she could find water and get back to kill that man.

Her vision soon blurred, she stumbled and fell on the ground, her head hitting the hard surface.

She struggled, stood up, and ran a few steps before falling again. This kept happening a few more times.

"Why can't I!" she continued moving, but her leg betrayed her, as it had been stabbed by a knife.

"This is the boulevard where your dreams die, waterbender," said a familiar voice that she used to love. Aya put her head on the ground, crying.

Bani, her ex-boyfriend, was walking behind her.

She never had a chance to escape with her leg.

"Why… Why!" she screamed.

"I like to see waterbenders bleeding their water out," he said, walking slowly, holding two large knives and hitting them against each other.

"I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes. But it's home to me, and I walk alone." A voice echoed. "I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

Bani stopped teasing his victim.

Aya did the same, feeling hope.

As she lifted her head and turned in the direction of the voice, she found no one standing there.

Bani felt confused as well.

Because the sound had echoed right behind him.

"Sorry to disturb you, your saying your dreams die on this boulevard reminded me of a song," said the same voice.

But this time, it echoed behind Aya.

Both the serial killer and the victim turned their heads in the direction of the voice, only to find no one.

Aya knew that she wasn't hallucinating. Because it's impossible for two people to hallucinate the same thing.

Maybe she lost her mind, and this was a bad dream.

She laid on her back, to see a man standing in the middle of the air, wearing an officer's uniform.

Bani shook his head.

"That must be the famous Monster Cock…" he said. "His voice even reached here. Man, my mood for having fun is ruined. I'm just gonna kill you quickly."

And as he lifted his knife, a man held his hand.

Bani opened his eyes widely.

He didn't feel that person approaching.

Not even the sound of a slight breath.

He had been a trained soldier in the army, and he had worked as a mercenary for a long time.

There was no way someone would sneak on him.

He turned his head, to see a police officer looking at him with a smile.

Bani tried to grab the knife and thrust it.

But then, the air seemed to leave nothing but emptiness around his arm, creating a strong suction force. Following that strong suction power was a sharp blade of wind that spun in every direction.

The cop pulled his hand back, and Bani watched as his arm turned into nothing but cracked bone.

His flesh got separated so fast. His nerves didn't stay long enough to signal his brain to start feeling pain.

Bani lifted his eyebrows. "Interesting…"

"You serial killers are surely fucked up," said the policeman calmly. "Is that how you are supposed to react to having lost your arm?"

Bani's eyelids shook.

Did the police already find out about him?

But he had made sure to hide any evidence leading to him.

"You know, people like you are pattern-oriented," said the cop. "Next time, stop taking the upper right fang from your victims, and don't make the death of your victim at a specific time… right. There won't be a next time."

He slowly turned his head to the girl.

Bani said, defeated, "Fine. I'll give up. Take me to jail."

At least, someone had recognized his work.

He'd go to the execution chair, and smile, telling them that he did whatever he loved and laugh in the face of the victims' families.

Just thinking about it brought him a sensation of pleasure, even though he had lost his arm.

"You're happy, aren't you?" asked the police.

"Yeah… I'm an immortal legend," he replied.

The police glanced at the girl, who was looking at them.

He reached his waist, grabbing a bottle of water, and threw it in her direction.

"What a legend. You're someone who tried to kill a poor girl. I came to stop you. The moment you lost your arm, a bottle of water fell from my waist. The poor frightened waterbender girl grabbed it and ended your life on the spot," he said.

And the smug face on Bani's face vanished.

"You're just a pathetic killer who didn't know how to plan to kill a girl," he said.

Aya opened the lid and thrust it in Bani's direction. The water flew out of the bottle, taking the shape of a frozen spear that pierced his throat. She panted heavily.

———

Akashi looked at the fallen body of that man.

His pure hatred for this kind had been satisfied.

He looked at the frightened girl.

"That's just self-defense in my book," he said. "After all, he was about to kill me with the second knife."

"Yes, that's what happened." She nodded after him.

Soon, light illuminated the darkness as police cars arrived at the scene.

Men in armor got out and joined the scene.

"Sergeant! What happened?" asked someone.

"We've got the serial killer that kills once in a full moon," Akashi said. "Other evidence suggests that he kills two other benders every once in a while. I have a ready timeline. Once we retrieve his ID, we can link him to all of the crimes."

"Why is he dead?" asked another.

"He attempted to kill me. The victim here noticed a bottle of water on the ground and tried to help me," Akashi pointed to the woman. "Poor thing. Bring her a healer, please."

The girl was taken in a car.

And then, the policemen, one after the other, started fainting.

Their limbs twisting out of their control, their bodies plummeting to the ground.

Akashi was the only one left standing.

And he didn't even look surprised.

"Well, well…" said a very familiar voice. "You very well know how to twist the truth, don't you."