The 73rd Hunger Games had just been concluded a few days prior.

The victors were rounded up for their annual celebratory feast, you- the newest addition to the victors circle having attended for the first time.

After the party, Johanna found you, sitting alone on the outdoor steps of President Snow’s mansion that lead to his rose garden.

“Why the long face? Victory not treating you so well?” Johanna chides, taking a seat beside you.