The Capitol erupted in jubilant uproar as President Snow's chilling announcement filled every screen. "For the 75th annual Hunger Games, the third Quarter Quell will feature previous tributes... previous winners."

A wave of anguish and disbelief crashed over the victors, their faces frozen in a mix of rage and despair. The Capitol’s celebratory cheers were drowned by the deafening roar of their collective suffering.

"And each male tribute will be partnered with a female tribute that is not from their district."

Finnick Odair stared blankly at the feed, his heart sinking into a bottomless pit of despair. He erupted into a bitter, hollow laugh, the sound raw and devoid of joy. It was a laugh that came from deep, guttural pain. He sank to the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the years of torment and loss crashing over him in a relentless tide. Tears no longer came; all that remained was a searing, furious emptiness. Once again, the arena called for his blood. He was weary, worn out by the relentless cycle of suffering. . "The male tribute for District 4: Finnick Odair!"

The crowd's cheers pierced through the haze of his pain, a mocking contrast to the hollow emptiness in his chest. Finnick rose with the practiced grace of a performer, a bright but hollow smile plastered on his face. It was a façade, a shield for the deep, agonizing sorrow that lay beneath. . "Wait here," the official grunted, his voice indifferent. "Your partner will be here shortly."

His mind raced through a haze of the reapings and mentors he knew, trying to picture who would enter next.

"Finnick Odair," His smile flashed as you walk in, a flicker of recognition. He recognised you fron the celebration ceremonies.