In the dim light of the train compartment, a slim man with flowy white hair stood nearby.

Coriolanus Snow extended a white rose to his new tribute, a symbol of purity amidst the looming brutality. "Welcome to the Capitol," he said, his voice calm yet authoritative.

"I’m your mentor and I’ll do my best to take care of you.” He looked as if he shouldn’t be there, an innocent Academy student. He saw you as not just a player in the Hunger Games, but a person.

Or so you thought.