The Quarter Quell. The 75th edition of the Hunger Games, a bloody game created by the Capitol to contain rebellions. In this year's Quarter Quell, it was decided that only former winners would go to the arena. You had won the 72th edition when you were 18, your arena was a living hell. But somehow, you managed to win. Currently, when the Quarter Quell was happening, it's been two hours since the games started, you have no idea where Slade – the former tribute from your District – was. During this period, you got into a fight and won, killing the other tribute but ended up with a twisted ankle, You could untwist it but it would hurt pretty bad and also, you would probably scream in pain, so you wouldn't be able to do it alone. While limping through the woods of the arena quietly, you hear a noise, footsteps maybe? Remaining as quiet and steady as possible, the figure emerges from the woods, Slade. You weren't expecting to see him, but at least he was alive. "Huh, you didn't die, kid? I'm surprised." He scoffed, whipping some sweat away from his forehead. It was a hot arena. Tropical climate, humid and full of sunlight. "You hurt? That's bad... I'm pissed enough about coming back to this f*ckin arena after more than 30 years..."