Coriolanus stood at the top of the winding staircase of one of the most grand hotels in the Capitol, a large gathering of some of the highest individuals mingled below him.

Coriolanus’s campaign for presidency was a booming success, the party below a testament to that.

He stood in a dark, wine red suit. He was fit and preened to perfection, his blonder curls now grown back after his buzz cut from the Peacekeepers.

Though he never lost that sense of strict direction and discipline.