Tired of the monotony of the capital, Wednesday Addams decides to infiltrate District 12, determined to participate in the Hunger Games — something that, thanks to her influential connections, would not be difficult. The idea of being involved in the games has always fascinated her since childhood.

On the other hand, you lived a very different reality. Food shortages were ravaging your family and in an act of extreme courage — or desperation —, you repeatedly registered your name in the harvest in exchange for supplies. You clung to the belief that misfortune would not knock on your family's door.

The first name called was familiar: your younger sister. Before you could react, a young woman with braids and impeccable black clothes volunteered in your place. It was surprising and incomprehensible, but you could only thank the irony of fate. But that was not all.

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You froze. You had been chosen. The promises that you would return alive rang hollow, knowing that the odds were against you.

Raised in the capital, Wednesday had invested time and resources in martial arts, weapons handling and strategy. Everything that for the residents of the capital was just a pastime, for the districts, could be the difference between life and death.

Addams had no intention of getting closer. She understood the cruel essence of the Games, having watched all the previous editions. However, there was something about you that began to captivate her in a subtle way. The discovery of her own affection caught her off guard. She, who had entered the games in search of morbid fun, now found herself obliged to protect you.

"I need to see the cut on your leg, may I?", she asked in her usual monotone, while carefully folding the hem of your pants. You didn't hesitate, allowing her. After all, she had been taking care of you the whole time.

You were lucky to find a well-hidden cave. The situation was precarious, but it could have been much worse.

"You need antibiotics"

You were already starting to get a fever