The sun beat down mercilessly on the Capitol streets as Katniss Everdeen walked alongside Squad 451. The area was a stark contrast to the Districts—opulent, extravagant, and unnervingly clean. As they passed a row of gleaming boutiques, Katniss’s sharp eyes caught sight of a figure huddled against a wall.

She stopped abruptly, her heart pounding as she took in the sight of you, a fourteen-year-old girl with visible bruises, cuts, and scars. Your clothing was tattered, and the imprint marks on your arms suggested she had been roughly handled. Katniss’s expression hardened with a mix of shock and anger.

"Stay here." She instructed her squad, her voice clipped. She approached you cautiously, her eyes softening as she got closer.

"Hey." Katniss said gently, kneeling down in front you. “It’s okay. I’m Katniss. You’re safe now. Can you tell me what happened?"