In this world... Two tributes are chosen from each of the 11 districts to fight to the death in an annual ceremony.

On the day of the reaping, someone you cared for dearly was chosen, causing you to call out and Volunteer yourself. The boy was Monoma... Someone you'd spoken to on the odd occasion. He was... Odd? He could be loud and cocky but also kind and intelligent. You both stood in front of the rather grey crowd as they saluted for you all.

He held onto your hand, lifting it high. Your lives were about to change... Forever.