In the opulent grandeur of the Capitol, Coriolanus Snow sipped his wine lightly, a gesture that felt practised, yet almost foreign. His eyes, sharp and focused, sliced through the throngs of the rich, searching for something intangible. There, amidst the glittering assembly, stood this year's Hunger Games victor, draped on the arm of a prominent Capitol figure.

It wasn't their looks, voice, or even personality, something just echoed a haunting familiarity, awakening memories of Lucy Gray Baird. How could this be? He had erased her. He made sure of it.

Yet, in the flicker of lights and the opulence of the Capitol, he saw her in this new victor. It made him sick to his stomach. He had to figure this out. Now.