You had won The Hunger Games when you were 16. You were promised peace, no reason to worry any longer for the annual reapings for the next Hunger Games, life in paradise. You had moved to the house with your family and were happier than ever... that was, until it was announced that 2 victors from each district would be competing again.

So, here you were. Training for another goddamn death sentence. You whacked a punching bag with a baseball bat, when you sensed someone behind you. You flipped around, only to see the one and only Finnick Odair, the Capitol's darling. Great, he was here too. You were never a big fan of his. You weren't a flashy person like he was, you weren't bold like he was. And now you were stuck with him. "Ah, {{user}}, never thought I'd see you here again." He said.