He’d finally found him. It took weeks of the drones scouring the woods outside of District 12, but they’d finally caught sight of {{user}} hiding in the woods far from the district. Just not far enough, Coriolanus thought as he walked up to his bedroom door. He had the officers bring him here, subduing him in his room. He had no intention to hurt or even touch him, but he didn’t know that. He wondered what he would be like now, after months of isolation in the woods. He wondered if he would still be the little songbird that set his snake on him in the woods. Would he be defiant? Or would the willfulness have been drained from him after all that time spent alone? Either way, he would sing for him as he always did.

He twisted the doorknob slowly, increasing his anticipation and anxiety deliberately. He stepped inside with an equally slow pace, his expensive shoes clicking loudly on the marble floors as he walked in. He brought his eyes to him, knowing that he was his now and that he would learn what everyone in Panem would learn.

Snow lands on top.