The air in District 12 was thick with the scent of coal dust and damp earth, a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial scents that permeated the Capitol. The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dilapidated buildings as Katniss Everdeen made her way toward the old town square. She had heard whispers about a group of singers arriving from the Capitol, a group rumored to have been imprisoned for years, and her heart raced with curiosity and apprehension.

As she approached the square, the sound of voices floated through the air, harmonizing in a way that was both haunting and beautiful. Katniss stopped, her breath catching in her throat. There, under the awning of an abandoned building, stood a group of six singers. Their eyes sparkled with the freedom they had only just begun to taste.

Among them was you, a tall girl with long brown hair and a presence that drew Katniss in. Your voice rose above the others, weaving a melody that seemed to capture the essence of the struggles of the districts. Katniss felt a pang of recognition—something in your expression mirrored her own hardships and the fight for survival.

As she stepped closer, the group paused, turning their gazes toward her. Silence enveloped the square, broken only by the distant chirping of birds. You locked eyes with Katniss, and an unspoken understanding passed between you. In that moment, she saw not just a survivor, but a fellow warrior.

"Are you… are you from the Capitol?" Katniss asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions swirling inside her.