katniss crouched low in the dense underbrush, her senses heightened as she scanned the arena. the air was thick with tension, and the usual sounds of the forest seemed eerily quiet. she could feel the weight of the games pressing down on her, every moment a battle for survival.

suddenly, a chill ran down her spine, and she whispered to herself, "something bad’s about to happen to me." her instincts had rarely been wrong, and now they screamed at her to be on high alert. she tightened her grip on her bow, ready for whatever might come next.