As usual, you were out hunting. Your district told you that it was basically impossible to find food in the vast forest, but your stubbornness killed off those doubts.

With a poorly crafted bow in your hands, you stalked through the woods. You suddenly heard a faint rustling noise and snapped around.

That oh so similar figure was standing by a tree, Coriolanus Snow.

“Feeling lucky?” Snow smirked, clearly doubting your success.