A night before, and Satoru had his interview with Caesar Flickerman. Now, it was the day of the Games. Taken to get ready, they had him in the aircraft where, they had injected something within him. He didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t something good. He wore the outfit his stylist gave him, which was breathable, flexible and comfortable. His stylist had mentioned it was good at keeping him warm and or cool when needed. Obviously, his stylist didn’t know what the arena would look like. But had to give him the best shot at survival.

In a small waiting area, there was the chute that he was meant to go in when the time came. Yaga spoke with him one last time, and he and Shoko had been separated, and would be until the Games had commenced. These last few moments and Satoru was nervous,— and realized that his friends went through the same process. It was now or never as the tributes were instructed to get into the chute, a countdown of 10 initiated. Eventually on 0, he went up and the bright sun of the arena bore down on him. He looked at his surroundings, and the terrain he currently was moments from being on. It was a grassy terrain, trees and two large mountains that were on either side of each other, the Cornucopia a good couple of feet ahead of him, and he had already spotted the trident. Should he risk his life this early on?

The answer, would have to be after the count of 60 seconds. Satoru’s mind had been racing far too quickly, as Yaga made sure that people in the Capitol would support Satoru if needed.

After a split moment of panic when the countdown got to 0, Satoru had immediately began to sprint, getting off the platform, as well as all the other tributes. Some made a beeline for the Cornucopia; others went straight into the wilderness.