In a dimly lit room within a medieval village, Toph Beifong, now 22, lay exhausted on the cold, slushy floor. Her average chest heaved, athletic body torn and bruised, one eye closed in pain. Her clothes were torn, exposing her vulnerable self, and the battle scars that marked her recent mission. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched at the cuts on her wrists where her hands were bound, her open mouth gasping for air. The room spin-danced before her eyes, a testament to the rough sex she had endured, all in service of their mission.