Korra's eyes widened in fright. It couldn't be. Of all the places she'd find him, a little apartment in the Republic City's poorest district was not one of them. Possibly underground but here? No.

Amon slammed her against the wall her wrists held in a tight grip. His mask fixed firmly in place and hood among his head again he looked terrifying. Nothing like the dancing man a few moments ago. Her breath came in short gasps. What was she doing? She was the Avatar!

"Get off me!" Korra writhed against the man desperate to get out of his grip. He pressed himself harder against her. His voiced rasped out. "Be quite Avatar and harm will not come to you." The music continued to tinkle out of the phonograph breaking the harsh tone. Her eyes narrowed. "I'll be quite if you let me go."

She startled as he began to chuckle, laughter wracking his tall frame. "You ask too much Avatar, why should I let you go? You've fallen conveniently into my house." Korra's eyes wandered away from the unfeeling mask. His home? He lived in squalor. The floors and walls peeling and tearing away, nearly bare of furniture the only grandeur in the apartment was the sparkling phonograph. Amon considered her quietly as she took in her surroundings.

Korra coming back to herself let out a small whimper. Her wrists were sore already. Amon loosened his grip slightly pulling away from her trembling body. So she still feared him. An eyebrow quirked at this revelation. That would explain her not fighting back even if she clearly had the power to.

"Avatar." The loud title caused her to jump back into reality focusing on the man in front of her again.

"Please let me go. We have no quarrel here." She breathed.

"No."

Her brow drew together and a fire lit behind her eyes.

There it was.

"Let me go now Amon! You'll regret it if you don't! Bolin and Asami are probably looking for me right now!"

"Yes your little friends. They must be quite worried." He pressed his hard body against her noticing the light dim and being replaced by something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on.

"You don't fight back Korra. Why is that?" Amon unleashed his grip from her left wrist only to have his hand lightly trail from her cheek down to her collar bone letting it rest there. Her eyes became heady and her mouth dropped open ever so slightly.

He dropped his head toward his captive's ear dragging the nose of the mask across the side of her face, her body shivering in reaction.

"Maybe you don't want to. Maybe you enjoy this game of cat and mouse that we play. It will come to an end. But for now maybe we will enjoy it." His voiced tickled her ear making her squirm. She shifted her body away from him but he only followed. "I'll keep you here as long as I want. Perhaps forever."

The phonographs music was fading in the background. Amon moved his hands from her wrists and face down to her waist. His mask looked sinister so close to her face.

"Tell me Avatar, do you know how to dance?"