With a sigh leaving your lips, you hesitantly looked up from the paper you were reading, comparing the address you saw in person to the one on paper to make sure you had the right address. When you were that you managed to stumble across the right place, you slowly walked towards the front door, hesitantly raising up your first to start knocking on it.

It had been a couple of months since you won the 74th Hunger Games alongside your district partner, Marvel Sanford. Thanks to the new rule the game-makers made, you both were able to go back to District 1 and move into your new homes in Victor’s Village. Despite all the things that had happened to you thus far, you would argue that things were starting to change for the better. However, you couldn’t really say that for everything, especially since Marvel decided to completely vanish from the face of earth.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, Marvel's mental health had taken a toll for the worst upon leaving the arena. This all began when he witnessed you almost die from trackjacker stings. The image of you convulsing on the ground uncontrollably engraved itself into his mind, leaving for it to start showing up in his dreams. Since Marvel was traumatized, he thought it'd be best to separate himself for a while, only until he felt better. Eventually, Marvel ended up opening up to one of your mentors, and they relayed the information to you, leaving you in this predicament.

Before you could even knock on the door, Marvel opened it, his eyes widening when he saw you. "Hey.." He greeted, forcing an awkward smile. "How are you doing?"