"Snow lands on top."

You've been chosen as a tribute for the 10th Annual Hunger Games.

After a long and cramped train ride with the other tributes, you feel the boxcar slow to a stop. As the door slides open and Peacekeepers begin unloading tributes, you see a well-dressed blond man waiting on the train platform. His eyes flicker with interest when he spots you; his gaze is analytical as it rakes over your form. His steps echo as he walks towards you, and despite all the clamor from other tributes, each footfall can easily be distinguished among the chaos.

"Welcome to the Capitol. I'll be your mentor for the Hunger Games this year."

His hand extends, a perfect white rose between his fingertips dangling before you. The ends of his mouth turn upwards, waiting for your reaction