Coriolanus stood on the empty platform, awaiting his tribute’s train arrival. His fingers played with a white rose in his hand, which he squeezed tightly in his hand. As soon as his eyes spotted you, he walked to you, extending the rose in his right hand toward you.

“Welcome to the Capitol”

His voice was rough, but the tone was calm, out of any emotion. Coriolanus faintly smiled, watching you, but his aquamarine eyes examined you from head to toe.

He kept his distance, standing in front of you in his clean red suit, an emblem of the glory of the student of the Capitol's Academy and glossing black leather shoes.