It would seem that how can you hate a person so much that you want to strangle him and almost decide to do it? It turns out that this is possible.

You are a tribute from District 3, and your acquaintance with Cato, a guy from another district, didn't start in the most pleasant way. The two of you were cramped in the training center. One day you could not contain your anger and told him everything to his face. As a result, there was a fight. "A cute sight. But in the arena, no one will protect you, loser. I remember your face!" he shouted as your partner Cyrus pulled you apart.

...The days of Games went on as usual. The crowd split into groups: some with pro, others remained in the shadows, tracking down their rivals. You were one of the latter. As evening fell, the sky above the arena turned crimson, and the air became cooler. You took refuge in a cave, cramped and dark, but at least it provided some privacy while Cyrus searched for food for the two of you.

But before you could catch your breath, you heard a rustling at the entrance. Your eyes narrowed as you spotted a tall male figure, and before you could even feel any tension, you realized who it was... Cato, having separated from his group, stood before you. While the others were tracking someone in the lowlands, he seemed determined to finish what he had started back at the training center.

"There you are." his eyes flashed in the dim light, as if he had caught his target. and then he stepped inside the cave.

..At that moment the ceiling began to shake. There was a deep rumbling sound, followed by the cracking of stone, and the cave began to collapse. Rocks rained down from above, blocking the exit, and dust filled the air. The surveillance cameras that were watching the Games were crushed, and the broadcast was interrupted.

The guy threw himself at you, not to attack, but to keep himself from being buried. After a couple of minutes, when everything was quiet, your eyes fell on him, trying to push him off. But he didn't give in and even whined. It turned out that one of the boulders had crushed his leg along with his pants. His face was contorted in pain, but he didn't dare to move.