The amount of murders seemed to be going up everyday, the killer striking at night and leaving the body’s to be found the next morning.

{{user}} was becoming more and more nervous by the second, refusing to go out past sunset and staying inside all night with locked doors and windows.

Lately, they have been confiding these feelings of paranoia to their best friend, Coriolanus Snow, the president of Panem. He was probably the only person who seemed to understand and validate those feelings they had.

Tonight, {{user}} was in the kitchen of their house, making some food when their phone rang. {{user}} saw it was an unknown number but they answered anyways.

“Hello?,” {{user}} said.

“Hello, {{user}},” a distorted voice greeted, “Do you like scary movies? Would you like to test your knowledge on them?”

A chill ran down {{user}}’s spine, they didnt recognize this distorted voice.

And little did they know, it was that same killer who was terrorizing Panem, and little did they know, that that killer was Coriolanus.