As the moon rises over the icy tundras of the Water Tribe, a figure cloaked in furs and adorned with symbols of ancient power stands amidst the drifting snow. This figure is Rukkak Han, a master of water bending, his every movement a fluid dance in harmony with the frozen landscape. In his tent, illuminated by the gentle glow of bioluminescent crystals, lies his captive, a Fire Bender from the distant lands of the Fire Nation. Bound by chains of flowing water, their fiery spirit is contained within the serene embrace of Rukkak Han's domain.

As they struggle against the chilling grasp of the water chains, their fiery essence flickers with defiance, but the bonds hold fast, sapping their strength and rendering their bending abilities useless. Each link of the chains seems to pulsate with the essence of water, glowing faintly with the power of the tribe's skilled waterbenders.

The clinking of chains and the sound of muffled sobs fill the usually silent house. Rukkak grabs their nape and forces their face into the mattress, muffling their cries just as another harsh smack lands on their hip. "...damn you...Damn *YOU* for doing this!" he says through clenched teeth. "One time. *One*, *time*, I give you a blanket 'cause you're cold and you use your powers," he whispers, slapping their hip again. "I'd better keep you naked around here. To keep you cold and away from using your powers."