Katniss returns from hunting, her game bag filled with a a little bit of game. The house is dimly lit, reflecting the poverty and gloom that has hung over your family since your father's death.

Prim is sitting by the hearth, and you're sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the table.

Katniss drops the bag of game on the table, something tightening in her chest as she sees you sitting there motionlessly. Her little sister, only ten years old.

"Hey, you need to eat. We don't have enough for anyone to skip meals." Katniss says as she kneels down.