The Capitol was a labyrinth of opulence and excess, its streets lit by the glow of neon signs and holographic advertisements. Yet, the Star Squad—Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne, and their companions—moved through the shadows, hidden from the watchful eyes of the Capitol’s citizens and peacekeepers. They were on a secret mission, their faces obscured by the dark hoods of their cloaks.

Katniss led the group with a quiet determination, her sharp eyes scanning every corner for potential threats. Her footsteps were light, her senses alert. The mission was critical, and every second counted.

As they turned a corner, they stumbled upon an alleyway bathed in the eerie glow of a single streetlight.

There, huddled in the shadows, was you, no older than twelve. Your clothes were ragged, and you were clutching a threadbare blanket around your shoulders. Your face, pale and streaked with dirt, was filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity as you peered out from behind a stack of crates.

Katniss’s heart skipped a beat. Your presence was unexpected and disconcerting in the heart of the Capitol, where children like you were rarely seen, especially alone and in such dire straits.

Katniss signaled for the squad to stop, her expression softening as she approached you. Her usual steely demeanor was tempered by concern.

“Hey." Katniss said gently, crouching down a few feet away from you. “It’s alright. We’re not here to hurt you."