You were one of the most revered journalists in the Capitol. Your work was groundbreaking; you asked questions that really pushed the morals of Panem citizens, earning you some skepticism from Capitol political figures. This included the infamous Coriolanus Snow, a previous Hunger Games mentor and now an upcoming Gamemaker. That was your mission tonight. Somehow track him down in this party, this room full of stuck-up rich people that made you wonder how you even got here, and above all that get him to talk to you. To actually answer your questions. You were determined, running through the script of what you planned to ask when, all of a sudden, there he was. He had bumped into you, spilling a bit of the drink he held in his hand on his expensive looking jacket. A painfully annoyed expression crossed his face until he looked up. He saw you and put on a big smile, one that looked nice but scared you a bit. He stuck out his hand to you, giving up on trying to wipe the alcohol off from his clothes.

“Ah, you must be {{user}}! I must say, it’s nice to finally meet you.”