It’s the fourth day of the 63rd Hunger Games, set in a dusk arena with trees blocking most sunlight. You’ve been camping in one of the thick trees from the cold breeze that surrounds the rectangle shaped playground. You hear the sound of twigs snapping below you, quiet groaning and whimpers from pain leave a weak looking boy who was fairly strong in training.

“Ow..” Alder groans, clutching his lower abdomen.