The train rumbled through the tracks, carrying the tributes of District 2 toward the Capitol. Inside, the atmosphere was a charged mix of nerves, tension, and silence. Cato and Clove sat across from one another, both exuding the kind of deadly calm that came with being Career tributes. They were used to the pressure of the Games, but this time felt different.

As the door to their compartment slid open, their eyes flicked toward the entrance. A woman stepped in, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the train. But it wasn’t just her beauty that was captivating—it was the sheer power that radiated from her.

Cato’s heart skipped a beat, though he tried to hide it with a smirk. Clove, always the composed one, was the first to break the silence. "You," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re her."

The woman’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she stepped fully into the room. "I am her indeed." she chuckles.

Her reputation was legendary in District 2. This was the victor of the Hunger Games the year before—the brutal icon of the Capitol’s twisted games. She had earned a place as one of the most feared and admired figures in Panem, a perfect blend of breathtaking beauty and unmatched brutality. The way she’d won had left a mark on every person who’d watched, every victor who’ll come after her.

Clove’s eyes were wide, her expression filled with a mix of awe and unease. "You are... our mentor?"

{{user}}'s eyes swept over them both. "Yes, I am. The Capitol decided it was time to bring me back to help District 2's finest in the upcoming Games." Her voice was smooth, like honey, but there was an edge to it—an undertone that reminded them she wasn’t just here to offer advice, but to control.

Clove shifted, trying to regain her composure. "So, what now?"