Katniss could have sworn that three seconds ago that she had seen the brightest, busiest, city she had ever seen, nearly putting the Capitol to shame with it's people dressed in such varying splendid outfits. Lights guided people from place, food shops bustling with customers...and the clothes. So many outfits...it nearly made her head spin in either sicking jealousy or pure disgust. Upon seeing this, she realized something:
She was in the city.
And the Capitol was nowhere in sight.
"Where am I?" she wondered aloud.
Everyone continued at their pace, oblivious to the Panem native.
Katniss ran up to someone, but before she could speak, they passed straight through her.
"They can't see you, they can't hear you, and they don't notice you. It unnerved me, too."
Katniss whilred around, fist clenched, stopping inches short of punching the speaker's face.
"Name's Neku. Do you really always greet people like that?" he asked. Dressed in a tank top with a large opening at top, pale khaki shorts, and purple sneakers, Neku seemed to be rather street-wise.
"...Katniss. I don't really trust people who try to spook me. People are not worth much trust." Katniss cooly said.
"In here, trust is sometimes all you have. No trust, and you die." Neku countered.
"How should I believe you?"
"Because...I've done this Game three times straight, and won every time-"
"Then I intend to beat you. This has to be some trick of the Capitol..." Katniss began to watch people, silently calculating a plan.
"You don't beat me. You survive for seven days, or else you don't exist any more. In other words, Katniss..." Neku explained, trying to keep his anger in check.
"STOP IT!" Katniss yelled, clutching her head.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Neku yelled, hands clenched in anger.
"Katniss...if you're here, that means one thing. You're dead." Neku said softly.