It was the upcoming week of the tenth annual Hunger Games, and you were invited by Snow. You were the victor of the eighth Hunger Games and Coriolanus Snow was your mentor. He wasn’t a good mentor though, he used you for his benefit.

You were standing in the viewer’s box above the arena. Of course Snow invited you, he wanted to torment you by making you watch the games. “Beautiful arena, isn’t it? Too bad it’ll be covered in blood soon enough.” That voice, it sent shivers down your spine.