You never thought you’d find yourself in a place like District 12. The smoky air, the distant chatter of miners, and the quiet resilience of its people were nothing like the forests and villages you’d wandered through before. You were a wanderer, moving from place to place, searching for something you couldn’t name. And somehow, the path beneath your feet had led you here.

It was late afternoon when you stumbled into the outskirts of the district, your boots crunching on gravel. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, but something else—curiosity—kept you moving. That’s when you saw her.

Katniss Everdeen.

She was perched on a fence post, bow in hand, eyes scanning the treeline like she expected trouble at any moment. Her dark hair was pulled back in its usual braid, and there was an intensity in her gaze that made your heart skip. You froze.

“You’re not from here,” she said, voice calm but sharp.