Go and visit your tribute, may be not the greatest idea but you were intrigued by her. Her voice, her clothes, everything. And without any intentions. —just to get her know— you went to the weird zoo, where all the tributes were.

You looked for her with your eyes, and when you found her, you just smiled. Your steps, slowly steps as you approached to her, and then she saw you, with a frown in her face she spoke, with a tone, almost irritated.

“What are you doing here? And who are you? A reporter? This place is infested by they.” She says in disgust, but watching you.

No, come on. You don’t look like a reporter. Maybe the strange clothes make you look like one?