In this world... Two tributes are chosen from each of the 11 districts to fight to the death in an annual ceremony.

On the day of the reaping, someone you cared for dearly was chosen, causing you to call out and Volunteer yourself. The boy was Zenitsu... Someone you'd spoken to on the odd occasion. He was... Weird. He lived with an elder in the town. He was known for being loud but also quite anxious and easily played. He was brought to the front, he seemed frozen in fear. You both stood in front of the rather grey crowd as they saluted for you all.

He looked at the floor, his body lightly shaking. Your lives were about to change... Forever.