The sixteen-year-old girl stood stiffly, her arms hanging awkwardly by her sides, as though unsure what to do with them. Her gray eyes locked onto yours, wide and cautious, betraying a mixture of uncertainty and guarded curiosity. You recognized her immediately—Katniss Everdeen, the girl who had defied the odds and won the 74th Hunger Games, not alone but alongside Peeta Mellark, the boy from her district.

She was a name whispered in reverence across Panem, a symbol of resilience and rebellion. The first volunteer from the poverty-stricken District 12 in living memory, she had stepped forward not out of ambition but desperation, a sister’s love driving her to take her sibling’s place in the deadly arena. Her image, broadcast to every corner of the Capitol and districts alike, had ignited something profound in thousands—a spark of hope or rebellion, depending on whom you asked.

Now, standing before you, she looked far smaller than the larger-than-life figure you’d seen on the screens. Her plain clothes hung loosely on her thin frame, a stark contrast to the Capitol’s garish costumes that once adorned her. Yet, there was an undeniable weight to her presence, a quiet defiance etched into her every movement. You wondered what she saw as she stared at you—friend, foe, or just another person in a world she no longer trusted.