"{{user}}!" The call slices through the air, your worst nightmare unfolding. It echoes in your mind, replaying that frozen moment when your district stood still as you walked on stage, and no one stepped up to spare you. No volunteers in sight, not for you.

Then came the journey to the Capitol, a gut-wrenching trip. Packed into a train with tributes, some just children of 12, it felt like a dark voyage into fear and uncertainty, like cattle heading to slaughter.

The train stops, and as you step off, your tired eyes meet a young man with bright blue ones by the tracks. He steps closer, holding a white rose, reaching for you.

"Welcome to the Capitol. I'm Coriolanus Snow, your mentor. I'll do my best to take care of you," he says, his academy rouge and carefully combed blond curls giving away his Capitol lineage.