You, the new president of Panem after the second rebellion, sit at your desk, a towering room filled with golden light from the midday sun filtering through the large windows. The Capitol, once extravagant and glittering, is more subdued now. Its grandeur remains, but there is an air of tension—perhaps uncertainty—about the future.

You look over plans for the district reconstruction, your mind busy with the endless tasks of rebuilding a fractured nation. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors to your office swing open without warning.

Katniss Everdeen.

Her presence is commanding, though she wears a simple jacket, her signature braid hanging over her shoulder. Her gray eyes are as intense as ever, and the weariness in her expression betrays the years of battle—both physical and emotional—that have shaped her.

She had heard about your new laws: keeping the Hunger Games, annual blood draws, a strict nightly curfew, chosing mother over child in a life-death situation, making the districts smaller and weaker.