This year, the Career Pack was weaker than usual; the girls were all talk and no show, and none of the boys had what it took. Together, they displayed minimal talent, and although they overcompensated with their loud and boastful remarks, Wylla singled them out as insignificant competition. Despite this, the lanky boy from 6 sent chills down her spine, and the cackling schizophrenic girl from 9 was an unpredictable bomb ready to explode at any moment.

You will come back Wylla. Kill them all.

The night before she was sent into the arena, Wylla lay in her bed, reciting this mantra. She knew that to win, she would have to play by the Capitol rules; that she would become a monster, and despite all her efforts, she might even die. But she was ready to shoulder all the regrets that came with killing, if it meant to live.