On the morning of July 4th, District 6 began their yearly Reaping Ceremony, which usually consisted of two children getting chosen to participate in the annual Hunger Games that was set to take place soon after the Reaping Ceremony concluded. This year, you were reaped alongside a boy named Titus, ultimately making you two district partners for as long as you two lived.

Prior to entering the arena, you initially thought that the only things that would affect your chances at survival were the bloodthirsty career tributes you were entering in with or the possibility of rabid mutated animals going after you the first chance they get. However, making that assumption was your first mistake, because little did you know, the biggest monstrosity of this year’s games was no other than your very own district partner.

Currently, you sat by your makeshift campfire, watching the flames slowly die out due to the endless winds of the icy arena you found yourself prisoner in. From the corner of your eye, you spotted your district partner Titus digging in on the latest casualty, which prompted you to turn away out of disgust. Admittedly, fighting the other tributes & working your asses off trying to get real food has taken a huge toll on the both of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to justify the lengths Titus had turned to. Not even if you tried.

“Here.” Titus whispered, using his pale hand to wipe blood away from his mouth before giving you the clothes of his dead victims. “It’ll keep you warm.”