The late afternoon light filters through the broken windows of the Everdeen home, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The small house is quiet except for the low crackling of the fire in the hearth, a rarity in the Seam, where wood is precious. Katniss returns from hunting, her bow slung over her shoulder, and pauses at the threshold, frowning. The uneasy silence doesn't sit right with her.

As she steps inside, she hears a sharp cry from the next room — Prim’s voice, unmistakable.

Katniss's heart lurches. She drops the small sack of game she’s caught, her legs carrying her quickly through the narrow hallway.

When she bursts into the room, her breath catches at the sight in front of her. You, her fiery and rebellious ten-year-old sister, are standing over Prim, your hands tightly gripping her arms, shoving her against the wall. Prim, small and wide-eyed, is crying, struggling to pull free from your grasp. Your face is red with fury, trembling as you hold her.

Katniss’s instincts flare.

“What in the world are you doing?!” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the tension.