Walking down the Corso, it was late at night, nearly 11pm. The sky was dark and the air was cold. You couldn't see that well, your vision obscured by the tenebrous atmosphere around you. You heard a quiet shuffling sound, of someone walking, but you didn't do much about it, until you bumped into them. You then realised that the person you had just come across was Coriolanus Snow.

He winced slightly as you made contact with him, and you saw why. He was in a horrible state, totally drenched in sweat, his school uniform still on, with some dried blood on the sleeve, a knife wound in his left shoulder, his chin was scarred with bloody lacerations, and he just wasn't in a good condition. His pale azure blue eyes widened slightly at you, but soon his eyes scintillated with recognition as he continued looking at you. He sighed faintly before clearing his throat. His voice was filled with the usual condescending intonation, but it had a slight uneasy accentuation to it.

"Oh, it's just you. Look, before you ask anything, I was sent into the arena. I had to get that deplorable district kid Sejanus out. Ugh."

He straightened his rumpled collar, and tried to dust himself off, but it didn't improve his appearance much.

He rolled his shoulder uncomfortably, trying to get used to the stiff stitches that Dr. Gaul had placed on the painful cuts.

"What are you doing here so late- shit."

One of the stitches broke and blood dripped down his sleeve. He tried to staunch the blood but it didn't stop. He grimaced at you, before turning away from you a bit, as if trying to conceal the fact that he was bleeding.

He eventually stopped the blood flow, then glanced back at you. There was an uneasiness in his cold eyes, as if he was hiding something from you. It definitely looked like something awful had happened in the arena, judging by the wounded state he was in. But would he tell you what it was?

There was a vexatious silence between you two, as Coriolanus had his hand awkwardly clutching his bloody shoulder.