It was down to the final five. You, Reaper, Coral, Lucy Gray, and little Wovey. You had grown fond of her as the Games progressed, even so much as taking her under your wing for protection. Now she stood in front of a mysterious cylinder tinder black. “Is it over? Can we finally go home?” She stepped closer and closer, “Wovey!” You took off in a sprint to try and get her away from whatever it was but you weren’t faster then the snakes that came pouring out.