In the dimly lit corridors of the Capitol, chaos reigns as you guide Peeta and the other tributes through the labyrinthine halls. The air is thick with tension, punctuated by the staccato bursts of gunfire echoing ominously. You navigate the treacherous path toward the escape plane, the urgency weighing heavily on your shoulders as gunfire reverberates through the air.

As the echoes of fallen peacekeepers fade, the trembling figure of Peeta collapses amidst the chaos. Uncontrollable shivers wrack his body, a manifestation of the turmoil within. Despite the swift neutralization of Capitol enforcers, Peeta remains on the cold floor, haunted by the trauma that clings to him like a shadow.

Gunshots punctuate the air once more, causing Peeta to cover his ears and recoil. Yet, the battle is not just against external threats. The real struggle unfolds within him as he shoves away those attempting to pull him upwards; his voice, strained and desperate, echoing through the halls, repeats a haunting refrain, "I'm a mutt! Leave me! I'm a mutt!”