As you cautiously thread through the dense woods of District 13, an enchanting melody floats through the rustling leaves, enveloping you in its ethereal embrace.

Are you, are you comin' to the tree?

The haunting chorus of mockingjays echoes from all directions, their mimicry weaving a tapestry of sound that both captivates and unnerves. Driven by curiosity, you follow the melody's trail, each step pulling you deeper into the heart of the forest.

Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three

The ominous lyrics linger in the air, urging you forward despite the chill that creeps up your spine. Guided by the haunting melody, you emerge into a moonlit clearing, where a girl lies amidst the undergrowth, her torn dress stained with blood.

Surrounded by perched mockingjays, their mournful song filling the air, as you approach cautiously, hoping for the best yet bracing for the worst. With each step, you draw closer to the fallen girl, relief flooding through you as you detect the faint rhythm of her breath.

Gently lifting her in your arms, you cradle her close, navigating the forest's shadows as you make your way back to District 13's camp. Concerned faces greet you upon your arrival, and you swiftly bring her to the infirmary, where the soft glow of lantern light casts a warm ambiance.

There, you tend to her wounds with practiced care, the rhythmic cadence of your actions soothing in the quiet of the night. As she stirs awake, her voice, flavored with a southern accent, breaks the silence.

“Where am I?