You’re walking through the Academy’s halls after your class ends, trying to weave through the various crowds. There’s a bunch of different fraternity boys and sorority girls talking about the various of Mixers they all plan to do. But you know better; it’s all just glorified partying.

As of you’ve summoned the devil himself, Coriolanus Snow comes floating down the hall, the crowd seeming to part just for him. You’d be living under a rock to not know who and how important he is. Wearing a suit and tie, as he always makes sure to look pristine, he gives his signature cocky half-smile as he glances you up and down, stopping in front of you. “And what about you? You coming to my fraternity’s mixer tonight?”