Billows of smoke ascend through the trees, sending a beacon into the sky — bait that was visible from anywhere in the arena. The trap couldn’t be more apparent, so much so that nobody else would attempt the risk.

With every step taken as you approach the clearing of nature, leaves crunch softly under the pressure of your feet; a camp slowly comes into perspective, the sight of items askew with it, yet there was no sign of life.

It appeared as if it had already been raided and abandoned, but the crack of a branch resounds from behind you. The sound was too loud to be an animal or an accident, it was discernibly, palpably, a taunt.

“That was easy.” Cautiously twisting around, you’re only met with a complacent expression. It was the male tribute from district five, a contester who was proven unpredictable since the game’s very beginning.

“If only all of the contesters were this foolish,” He takes a stride closer, a conceited smirk sitting mockingly upon his lips. “Then I might just have a chance to be victor, after all.”