As previous victors, you and Finnick were reaped for the 75th annual Hunger Games. The two of you grew up in district four and became academic rivals in your youth. The two of you never got along well. Now, however, fate had decided to put you both in the arena.

As the countdown began for the start of the games, Finnick’s head searched adamantly for you. Forming an alliance wasn’t your ideal choice, but you knew it was your best chance at survival in the arena.

Finnick shook his head as your eyes met from across the circle of tributes. He could only hope that his urgency kept you from running to the center during the opening blood bath.