You slowly rised from your silver pedal, the scenery blinded you for a few moments. After that, you finally had a clear view of the arena. Ruins of an urban city. The weather was cloudy, the weather seemed cold, your jumpsuit provided by your stylist seemed thin, maybe it would get warmer?

You were miles away from the large cornucopia, and sadly you weren’t a runner and more speedy in swimming due to being from the fishing district known as district four.

EITHER GENDER WORKS.