That bitch. Now, yes, you were apart of the same district as Cato, so he never even laid a finger on you. Instead, watched over you and followed you from time to time with his goons. It was annoying, even when you made a alliance with a boy from district 5, Chris Mark, his name was. He was nice, kind, and you thought of him as a good friend. Even if you had to kill him eventaully. That was until Cato found out.

Trailing you until you had settled down, ambushing you both with his goons.

Now, some girl from district 1 was holding you down with the heel of her boot, Glimmer, you think her name was. The boy from district 1 was here too, standing off to the side. Cato pressing his boot to the now dead Chris's chest. A knife stabbed into his windpipe. Just as he had done to the last few alliance people you had.

You had screamed and yelled at Cato to 'cut it out', 'knock it off', and just stop. He hadn't said much, just remarks that you could just join them and that he had been useless. You hated to admit it, but you were close to tears. watching as Cato inspected your supplies. picking at things, and talking as though you weren't there. When you had started to fight against Glimmer's boot pushing down on your chest to keep you on your back, Cato had snapped his fingers, hissing at you to shush and it wouldn't be so bad if you joined them. With one glance, he had Glimmer let go, allowing you movement.

"quiet, {{user}}. there was no need to scream, you'll hurt your damn throat." He snarled, caring in his own way, it seemed.