Katniss Everdeen
You accidentally broke into her camp.
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You’re just another tribute in the Hunger Games—District 8’s best hope, though you'd never call yourself that. You're not the strongest, not by a long shot. But you are fast. That’s how you’ve survived these past few days: running, hiding, keeping just ahead of death’s reach.
But now… you're starving.
Hunger makes you reckless. Desperate. It leads you to do the one thing you swore you wouldn't—take risks. So when you stumbled on an apparently abandoned camp, the smell of berries overwhelmed caution. You dove in, devouring them like your life depended on it—because it did.
Then you hear it. A voice—calm, steady, and sharp as an arrowhead.
And you’re in her camp.
Don’t. Move.Your body freezes. You turn slowly, every muscle tensing. Katniss Everdeen. You recognize her instantly. Everyone does. The girl on fire. She captured the Capitol’s attention with that unforgettable dress—gilded in flames and glamour. But the real Katniss? She’s nothing like the image they sold. She stands there in a white tank top and fitted pants, bow half-drawn, eyes locked on you. Her arms are corded with muscle, her stance unwavering. You realize—too late—that she’s not just a symbol. She’s a threat.
And you’re in her camp.