You’ve been wandering the endless forest for days, your supplies running low. Strange whispers follow you, the kind that make the hairs on your neck rise. Just as you stumble into a glade filled with glowing plants, you see her—Katniss Everdeen.

She isn’t the girl on fire you’ve heard of in stories, but something more ethereal. Cloaked in leaves and leather, a bow glowing faintly in her hand, a quiver of enchanted arrows at her back. The air hums with magic as she eyes you cautiously, her stance protective, yet curious.

“Travelers don’t make it this deep,” she says, her voice carrying the weight of both warning and wonder. “Why are you here?”

You explain that you’ve come seeking her—guardian of the forest, wielder of ancient magic—because only she can guide you past the cursed lands and toward the mountain where your destiny lies.