TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of sexual abuse in Dirk's POV

Dimitris Apostolos, 18

District Two Male

"This… this is great," Dimitris throws his arms behind his head as he stretches his back.

His hands drift towards the pina colada to his side. He sucks at the straw, a joyous expression taking over his face as the refreshing beverage makes contact with his taste buds.

"Can we stay here forever?" He asks rhetorically before sliding back into his beach chair, lifting his feet from the warm sand.

He catches Zo snatching away the pineapple perched on the edge of his drink before stuffing it into her mouth like a rodent. They make quick eye contact and she smiles at him causing Dimitris to blush a little. Nevertheless, he returns the smile.

"We shouldn't get distracted, Dimitris," Raja cuts in.

"Just because we have a free day certainly doesn't mean that we can allow ourselves to forget why we're here in the first place," she lifts her black sunglasses from her eyes, setting them on her shimmering forehead.

Dimitris had never seen Raja tie her hair back into a high ponytail but it seems to work for her. He forgets that she's an actual person sometimes and not some vengeful AI disguised as a tribute, waiting to take over the world.

"Remember what they told us in the morning?"

Dimitris most definitely does not remember what the gamemakers told them in the morning since he'd been staring at a particularly adorable looking Zo that morning. Dimitris stares at Raja with a blank look, lifting his shoulders slightly. The District One girl sighs as she gets up from her chair.

"We're here for sponsors, idiot," she spits out, evoking a frown from him.

"I mean, why do you think they gave us these designer swimsuits?" Raja asks rhetorically, pointing to herself.

She's wearing a beige swimsuit, the straps of which stretch diagonally across her chest, hooping around the back of her neck and ending at the otherside of the bikini top. The straps form some sort of infinity sign around her body.

"Raja, relax, girl," Zo intervenes after chugging down the remainder of her mango smoothie, "they love us," she nudges her head to the side, Dimitris following her direction.

He catches a group of photographers taking pictures of them from behind the fence of the pool resort. They wave over to him as soon as he turns around. Raja sighs again.

"'Well, I don't know about you but I'll use every opportunity I can get to profit from these swimsuits that our sponsors gave us," Raja reaches out for Barracuda's hand, "care to join me in the pool? I think it's important as the career leader that you be the face of this pack."

Goud raises his eyebrows nudging Colin who seems to have fallen asleep next to him.

"Yeah, why not," Barracuda takes her hand as he pushes his chair back to lift himself up.

She doesn't waste time and Dimitris can't remember having seen her move with such passion and exuberance as she drags Barracuda behind her to the pool. Raja splashes some water at him as Barracuda cracks his neck and charges at her, pushing the girl underwater. When she resurfaces the two of them laugh and Dimitris notices the photographers going absolutely wild in the back. Even the Capitolites who have paid to be in the pool resort with them have begun to gather at the pool, some of them even joining Barracuda and Raja.

"Dude, I'm actually telling you, she's only doing it because she totally feels herself in that bathing suit," Zo laughs.

"Trust me, there's no way she's doing that just for sponsors," Dimitris feels like he needs to ask her if she wants to go to the pool with him as well.

It would be the perfect time now since she basically brought it up but if she rejects him, Dimitris wouldn't know if he could take it. He groans internally. Why can't he just go up to her and ask her? His fans do that with him all the time when they want to get their shirts signed so why can't he show that same courage?

Out of nowhere, Goud shoots up from his chair, "okay, we don't have much time," he looks around frantically, eyes scanning the perimeter of the resort area. Dimitris notices Goud's glare lingering on Nastya who seems to have wandered off to socialize with the locals near the fruit stand.

"Do you guys see what's going on here?"

Once again, Dimitris fears that he's the only one who does not understand the situation so he just nods in the hopes that it comes across as authentic. However, Zo doesn't bother putting up a facade.

"Uhh, not really. But do tell." The small pause that follows is interrupted by Colin's gentle snoring.

A slight smile appears on Dimitris's face as he watches the boy peacefully slumber. Goud elbows the boy from Six in his side, waking him up abruptly. Colin flinches, almost falling off his chair.

"Are you seriously sleeping right now?" Goud hisses.

"Sorry," Colin mumbles, rubbing his eyes causing both Zo and Dimitris to chuckle a little.

Goud rolls his eyes before proceeding, "anyways, isn't it abundantly clear that Raja is trying to wrap Barracuda round her finger? I mean, that's the reason why she picked him as a leader… because he's easy to manipulate and she's a sly bitch."

Dimitris doesn't know how to react in this situation. He'd never been one to notice small things like these. Just like his parents, Dimitris would always look at the bigger picture and that didn't mean that he was less intelligent but that he was more focused and goal-oriented. Well, at least that's what his parents always tried to convince him of.

"I propose we make an alliance," Goud continues.

"But we're already in an alliance…" Dimitris answers, a hint of confusion in his tone which earns him an exasperated sigh from Goud.

"No, I mean like an anti-alliance. Colin, Pamela, and I have already decided to come together and it would be a lot easier if the two of you were on board as well," Goud explains.

"Wait, but what about Nastya?" Dimitris asks, causing Goud to fall back into his chair, dropping his arms to his sides. Zo smiles, however, and places her hand on Dimitris's shoulder.

"Please never change," she giggles, "I think what Goud is trying to say is that both Nastya and Raja already have their thing going on and are trying to pull Barracuda on their side, correct?"

"Yeah, exactly," he responds.

"Speaking of, where is Pamela?" Zo ruffles her hair a little when she notices the cameras turning towards her.

"She's not feeling all too well…" Colin chimes in subtly, throwing a towel over his shoulder and making his way to the swimming area.

Zo looks on pensively as her eyes trails Colin's footsteps, "anyway, If you guys are on board…" Goud attempts to rein in the conversation.

"We're not interested," Zo cuts him short.

"...What?"

"Yeah, you heard, we're good. No need to pull us into your genius plan," she grabs Dimitris's hand and pulls him away from the chairs, leaving Goud all alone. Dimitris looks back at the boy from One, mouthing a 'sorry' before Zo tugs at his arm once more.

"Let's go on one of the slides!"

"I've never been on a slide…" Dimitris notices himself blushing once more.

Zo's jaw drops wide open, "you've never been on a- what?!"

Dimitris chuckles nervously.

"Yup, we're definitely doing this," she nods affirmatively and all of a sudden Dimitris's worries just fade away and all he can think about is this girl he's following; this girl he never knew existed and yet he can't imagine a life without her.

Dimitris is falling for a girl who might kill him soon enough.

Dirk Latimer, 18

District Twelve Male

The tribute plaza was about a quarter the size of District Twelve, so the three of them- Dirk, Diana, and Severin- had plenty of space to roam on their last day of freedom. What really surprised Dirk, however, was the press that followed them around, stalking them around every corner. Even before they left the training center, his stylist gave both him and Diana certain outfits that they were recommended to wear during the day. It was absolutely absurd and he didn't see the point of it all but he didn't really have the energy to argue back either. Without resistance, he got into his linen pants and his oversized orange button-up, which was stuffed into his pants. Lastly, he was also handed a pair of binocular-looking sunglasses which are coming in handy now that he thinks about it given the fact that the photographers can't read the irritated expression off his face.

He didn't necessarily want to stay with Diana or Severin either but both Dodge and Cayenne came to an agreement that they'd be spending their free day together to come across as a united front. He could hear Diana's groaning from across the room and it isn't like he's enjoying it either. At least he's got the decency to keep his discontent to himself. Severin, on the other hand, kept her cards close to her chest the way she always does. She's been rather silent around him lately which is understandable given the fact that he'd started blackmailing her a few days ago. It's bound to come out so he might as well come clean to Diana when the time is right.

Well, one thing is for sure and that's the fact that the three of them are not a good combination. They march together in silence looking for some sort of ice cream place Severin's escort recommended to them. Apparently it's supposed to earn them more sponsors during the Games if they ate there. Dirk didn't bother understanding the logistics of it. Severin walks in the middle of their trio, sporting a lime green, rectangular-looking dress, tied together with a mossy green ribbon around the waist. While Diana, insistent on keeping as much distance as possible from Dirk, walks on Severin's right, her black leather pants that match her black cropped tank top making a sort of rubbery sound when her thighs rub together.

The tribute plaza could be described as a large indoor hall with huge glass plates, surrounding the dome, allowing for sunlight to enter the structure and giving the place a more inviting and warm atmosphere. The inside consists of terraces on various levels with many interconnecting escalators. There were even some outdoor areas like the large waterpark resort in the south or the botanical garden in the eastern direction. Dirk, however, was a simple man so if his mentor hadn't supplied him with a map he would have never found his way around. Well, then again, maybe getting lost would have saved him from the games so it was a blessing and a curse.

"Do you guys want to, like, discuss our bloodbath strategy or something?" Severin finally breaks the silence offhandedly as she rotates the map in her hands, a rather puzzled look on her face as she attempts to decipher their current location.

"It's easy," Diana cuts in, eyes looking straight ahead.

"I'll burn anyone who approaches us… and maybe Dirk if he gets on my nerves."

She gives him a side glance that's filled with venom but Dirk tries to ignore it. Feeding her wrath will simply make things so much worse.

"Yes, but we need backup plans." she puts the map down, "what if someone sneaks up on us or-' Severin stops in her tracks.

The sudden silence, filling what you could barely call a conversation, causes Dirk to turn towards Severin. He spots a very tiny, peppy-looking woman, grabbing Severin by the hand.

"I'll need to borrow your ally here for a sec," she smiles, clearly trying to keep her composure which doesn't seem to be working due to her continuous bouncing.

She squeezes Severin's hand to which the District Eleven girl nods affirmatively.

"O-okay. I'll catch up with you guys later," she says hastily before being torn away.

That leaves him and Diana.

He notices her moving away from him. "Where are you going?" he asks her.

"Let's spare the awkwardness, shall we?"

"It's more awkward if you leave since we're headed to the same place," he rolls his eyes and reconsiders why he's even trying to stop her from leaving.

However, all he gets in return is a groan as his district partner shifts in his direction rather sluggishly. "There we go," he patronizes, earning himself a vicious glare from Diana.

The two of them walk side by side in utter silence and yet Dirk isn't bothered by it. In fact, it was rather therapeutic not to say anything or have to defend himself for once. He notices a small flier stuck to the bottom of his shoe and rips it free. To Dirk's surprise, it's the image of the District One girl and her District partner standing on opposite sides, a large versus sign placed in between them.

"The Lightning Queen or the Shapeshifter? Who will outlast the other?" Dirk reads out loud as Diana halts, taking a few steps back. "Cast your votes now at ," Dirk continues before turning to Diana, "the hell is this?"

Diana snatches the paper slip away from him and takes a look at it for herself. "It's Capitol advertisement to get the audience hyped up for the Games," she scoffs. She balls the piece of paper into a sphere and tosses it to the side.

Dirk's jaw remains open. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I don't see how you could not have understood what I just said."

"I don't understand…" Dirk mumbles to himself.

"Oh, look, there's a poster of us too." Diana jogs to one of the pillars connecting the floor to the ceiling of the plaza and rips the sheet free. "Wow, they're calling me a fire breathing wyvern."

Dirk takes a peek at the poster, catching sight of a picture of himself. "And you're the silent threat apparently whatever that's supposed to mean." she eyes Dirk. "You don't seem so silent to me."

"But why are they making a joke of this?" he asks aloud, brushing her comment away. Diana furrows her eyebrows, lowering her head a little. "The Hunger Games are supposed to be a punishment and not some kind of spectacle. It's… it's not something the Capitol should ridicule or diminish," he elaborates, wiping away the sweat that's beginning to form on his forehead.

"Look around you, Dirk…" she raises her arms and gestures at the Capitolites surrounding them and taking pictures of the two of them as if they were a rare, exotic animal species. "... and tell me that this is not entertaining for them."

The flashlights from the cameras and the telephones blind him, the whispering and mumbling between the bodies of flesh begin to fade into one, and all he hears is his own heartbeat echoing. "I-I have to go, Diana, I'm sorry." he feels his breakfast starting to resurface as he cups his mouth with both his hands. He needs to get away from here. He needs to run. He needs to hide.

Just like that, everything Dirk thought he knew about the world began to crumble, the fragments shattering at his feet. But Dirk doesn't walk across the shards. No, he shuts his eyes and runs away from them.

Dirk sets the newspaper on his father's side of the table, pouring himself a glass of orange juice to rejuvenate himself before a long day in the dark catacombs of the dusty mines. He hears the stove beeping, signaling that the eggs are done. Dirk scoops the scrambled eggs from the pan and drops them into a large plate, the clouds of steam still rolling into the distance.

"Goodmorning, son," his father calls out as he makes his way down the wooden steps of their small cottage-like house. Dirk feels his body cringing immediately.

"Hey, dad. I made breakfast." Dirk pushes his chair back and gestures for his father to take a seat as well, he instead grabs the newspaper from the table and slides it into his coat.

"Sorry, buddy, but I'll have to head out early today. I'll be home a little later as well."

Dirk felt a shiver take over because he knew exactly what that meant. It was going to be a horribly uncomfortable night for him. His father coming home late usually didn't mean that he was working longer but that he would hit the bar late at night and come home drunk and…

"But you enjoy yourself, alright?" his father adds, putting his hand on Dirk's shoulder who begins to clench his fists. That very hand has done so many things to him already; this hand has touched him in places a father shouldn't touch his son in; this hand has caused him so much pain.

"Damnit," his father curses, bending down to pick up his keys that slid out of his pocket. Dirk's eyes fall immediately on the knife that's sitting pretty next to him. It could be one quick stab. That's all it would take to extinguish his tormentor's flame.

However, what few know is that Dirk would rather use that very knife to stab himself than betray his family. He wasn't raised that way. He was raised to honor and respect his elders and that's what he'll always do.

"Alright, bye, dad," he mutters, following his father's trail out the door and knowing very well that he was going to suffer for another night. Suffering is what he's known for and suffering is what this nation deserves.

Severin 'Sev' Neferet, 17

District Eleven Female

"How did you know where I was?" Sev asks, trying not to fall on her face as a mighty force pulls her up a flight of stairs. That mighty force of course being Fluffette Volakis, District One's peppy escort. Fluffette mumbles something inaudibly, masked underneath her heavy breathing because even she was beginning to tire from their sudden marathon sprint.

"You are going to love this!" Fluffette tightens her grip around Severin's hand.

Sev remembers the encounter she had with Fluffette - the day prior - rather vaguely. However, Severin does remember that it was something along the lines of profiting from her newfound fame to gain more sponsors and Sev was no idiot. It's obvious what Fluffette is attempting here and, as odd as it is, Severin isn't letting her anxiety get the best of her. She's meant to be a star after all.

"Should I be scared?" Sev laughs with faux-confusion, faking her cluelessness.

"Oh gosh no!" Fluffette's high pitched voice chimes in between the heavy breaths. 'It's gonna be great just you wait and see,' she cackles to herself still under the assumption that her plan was building up to be a grand surprise.

"Okay, I trust you." Sev clears her throat, preparing for what might very well be her last performance in the land of the living.

When the two of them reach the top of the endlessly ascending stairs, Severin can say with confidence that her theory was correct. Fluffette lets go of the girl's hand, shifting behind her and giving her a little push. She was at the back of a stage; a stage that was clearly meant for her. She catches sight of a group of giddy Capitolites taking out their cellphones as they see her approaching the stage warily.

"She's here, she's here!" one of them shouts out, covering his mouth immediately when his friend gives him an irritated nudge.

Sev turns back to Fluffette for a hint of encouragement only to realize that the escort had abandoned her. Great. She moves her head to either side, cracking her neck and takes one deep breath. This is her moment and she can't fuck it up. She just has to do exactly what she practiced yesterday night. This was the first step to her inevitable victory after all.

The audience moves by itself, cheering for Severin the moment her heels touch the stage. Control is what Severin's always desired in life and it's been a while since she's had it, especially with that damned boy from Twelve, looming over her like a dark cloud. But Severin was about to earn her control back.

"Well hello there!" This is far from the first time that Severin stood in front of a mic as all eyes are on her. Singing at a bar on weekend nights sure comes in handy now. She smiles to herself. "As you all probably already know, my name is Severin Neferet; a name you'll hopefully be hearing for quite a while." She winks at the massive crowd in front of her, earning another wave of ovations.

"You're a queen!" a gangly girl with a purple afro in the front row shouts. Severin catches sight of Fluffette clapping to herself and nodding with enthusiasm next to the afro girl.

Severin beams. "No, you are. As a matter of fact, all of you are so precious to me. It's because of your support that I feel strong, that I feel like I can come out victorious and make each and every one of you proud. None of you deserve to be let down and you won't be… I'll make sure of it." She declares, pressing her right hand against her chest as she severs the microphone from its stand with her other hand.

"Now I know that all of you are here for a performance and you'll get one don't worry but I have something I need to discuss with all of you first…" the crowd goes silent after the applause she received for her flawlessly executed speech.

"There's something none of you are aware of." The excitement on Fluffette's face fades as she gives Severin a puzzled look. "The fact is…" she pauses for anticipation, staring at her feet to add a little bit of melodrama to her act. "…I'm being oppressed."

She hears loud gasps coming from the crowd as some of the audience members' jaws drop. Even Fluffette seems to be taken aback. "I'm being oppressed by Dirk Latimer." She finally ads.

Yes, Severin Neferet's plan is unfolding and it's time for her to take back the control she's been craving for so long. "Dirk has somehow managed to wrestle his way into the alliance I have with his District Partner and it's tearing me away from her." She allows the tears to well up. "And… well… he told me he'd kill me if I ever stepped out of line."

Severin notices how the whispers and infuriated expressions are exchanged within the crowd. That was her cue. "And I know that all of you want to help me and you can! I need all of you to spread the word around about my case. You can even get in touch with people who can help me within the arena if you must. I just need your support." After a small break of silence, she hears a person clap and then another and another and soon the whole audience is in unison, cheering her on. She's turned them into her followers. She's turned them into Dirk's enemies.

"Now… let me sing for you."

Leven Granert, 14

District Five Female

Leven doesn't necessarily want to strike a conversation with Aditya but her initial ally is making this nearly impossible. "So, what do you guys think of harpaes?" Pavlov glances from side to side, switching between Leven and Aditya.

"They're so adorable, holy shit," Aditya says in a sort of high pitched, innocent voice Leven would have never expected coming from him.

Quite frankly, Leven hasn't exactly made an effort to engage in any sort of conversation either. Ever since Aditya decided to barge in on her friendship with Pavlov he seems to be joined at her District partner's hip. It's become excruciatingly annoying but Leven wouldn't ever raise any concerns to Pavlov or she might push him away from her and he's the only ally she's got.

"What do you think, Lev?" Leven snaps back to reality.

"I don't know what a harpae is," she says bluntly, retreating back into her shell and hoping that that would be the end of it. She can sense that Pavlov is noticing that something isn't completely right with her and she just prays that he doesn't mention anything Infront of Aditya. Leven doesn't need that boy thinking that he has any leverage over her.

"You have to see one! They're truly a delight! I'll show you when we hopefully encounter one," Pavlov says in content.

"I mean, they're basically just feline-avian-hybrids," Aditya laughs, offering Leven a smile.

She turns her head away from him, instead, focusing on the people who are subtly – or maybe not so subtly – attempting to take pictures of them. It makes her feel rather uncomfortable having the cameras pointed at her as if she was some sort of object on display for everyone to enjoy. She grabs a hold of the bottom of Pavlov's shirt and squeezes herself to his side, trying to hide her face but the strangers won't let go of her.

And then she feels a darkness covering her body. She opens her eyes, fully expecting Pavlov to be by her side, ready to protect her. But it isn't Pavlov who stands between Leven and the photographers.

It's Aditya.

"Can't you tell that she's uncomfortable?" he asks the Capitolites with a surprisingly forthright attitude. Leven sees from the corner of her eye how they slowly start to back away from the three of them.

Pavlov puts his hand on Leven's head. "Look at you being all heroic and stuff." Leven can't see the expression on Pavlov's face but she catches a bit of playfulness in his tone.

"I just don't like it when people aren't considerate of others, especially children." And just like that Leven doesn't see the District Ten boy as cold and heartless anymore. She doesn't fully trust him but perhaps his intentions weren't as bad as she initially thought they were. Perhaps, just like her, he felt lonely and needed allies and it was Pavlov who was kind enough to let him in.

Leven finally pushes herself away from Pavlov and they continue walking along the dense alleyways of the plaza until they reach an open area that's shaped like a large glass dome. A large fountain takes center stage of the expanse. "Look at these guys…" Pavlov mumbles, inspecting two hooded figures huddled together as they slowly approach the trio.

"Should I…?" Aditya asks, taking a couple of steps in front of Leven and Pavlov.

"I don't think they'll bother us but we can keep an eye on them," Pavlov answers calmly.

Just as the two hooded figures brush by Leven she hears it. "Monsters…" one of them mutters resentfully.

"What?!" Pavlov turns around, clearly having heard the same thing. Aditya who was ahead of them also stops in his tracks.

"What's the matter?" Aditya asks, his voice not so calm and confident anymore.

"Say that again?" Pavlov pushes Leven behind him, puffing his chest up a bit.

The two shadowy figures stand still, their backs still facing the three tributes. They rip off their hoods, revealing a young man with a buzzcut and a tightly fitted leather jacket and a woman who seems to be older than him, dressed in a grey pantsuit, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail.

"Vile creatures," the woman spits out maliciously before pulling out a handgun and aiming it at Leven.

Leven feels herself suffocating. She feels an icy hand touch her heart, squeezing it tightly. She sees her father standing in front of a gate, extending his warm hands and welcoming her into his arms. How badly she wants to go with him… but now is not her time.

She feels something warm slithering around her waist, pulling her away from the gunshot causing the bullet to fly past her. The rope pulls her towards Pavlov and upon seeing her District partner she understands that it is in fact his tongue wrapped around her body. The two of them, realizing that the bullet flew in Aditya's direction, exchange panicked looks, searching for their ally but he is nowhere to be found.

The crowd at the plaza breaks out into panicked screama as everyone tries to make a run for it.

Leven doesn't have time to ponder where Aditya might have gone off to because buzz cut-boy reveals a machine gun and doesn't waste any time either, immediately going on the offensive. Instinctively, Leven stretches her arms out to protect Pavlov, knowing very well that she has to look out for him just as much. The bullets start to freeze mid-air one by one and a small smirk forms on Leven's face.

"You cover biker guy over here and I'll take her," Pavlov tells Leven. She nods and the two of them spread out. Leven charges at the boy, hands ready to freeze his attacks in case he pulls another stunt. He attempts to shoot some more bullets but quickly gives up when Leven inhibits them from soaring towards her. He tosses the machine gun to the side and tries to land a side kick but Leven ducks under his lower leg, delivering a solid punch to his face, knocking him out completely.

She turns to Pavlov, seeing him stuck vertically to a wall of one of the buildings as the venomous blonde woman shoots at him but Pavlov avoids the attacks as he crawls on all fours from side to side. Finally, he leaps away from the building, landing at the woman's feet who attempts to kick at him now. Pavlolv grabs a hold of one of her legs mid-air, pulling her to the ground as the gun falls out of her hands, sliding along the floor a few feet away from her. Pavlov runs towards the weapon but before he can pick it up, the woman claws herself to his back, digging her teeth into his neck. Pavlov screams as he hits the gun against the woman's head, the collision knocking her out completely

Leven notices a neon sign beginning to break off from the building due to the damage of the gunshots. She scans the area and spots a small girl crying below, right where the sign would crashland if she doesn't do anything about it. When the lit-up sign finally breaks off completely Leven lets out a scream despite having anticipated the occurrence. She extends her arm once more in the direction of the sign. The weight of the object itself pulls Leven to the ground as her body cramps up, trying to freeze something three times her size. Mere inches before landing on the little girl, Leven manages to encapsulate the sign in her time bubble.

She shouts for Pavlov who instantly makes his way towards the young girl and snatches her up in his arms, carrying her to safety. Leven finally releases the sign from its frozen state and sighs in exhaustion as the sound of the collision takes over and a layer of dust and debris fills the air.

The dust blinds her but Pavlov appears behind her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "You good?" he asks.

"Yeah," she says, spotting the wound on his neck. "You're bleeding."

"I'll be fine." his fingers linger on the blood stains, surrounding his wound.

When the dust settles, Leven notices how a few people are gathered around the plaza, some finally crawling out of their hiding spots, others just standing there aimlessly. The silence doesn't last long before a couple of them start clapping while others whistle.

They're cheering for Leven and Pavlov.

A peacekeeper cargo arrives rather quickly. A group of medics lead Pavlov to the supply station to be treated as Leven is hurried into the back of the cargo truck.

It's dark but the darkness is delightful. She's sitting all alone in the back. Leven leans back and smiles.

"What the fuck is happening," she laughs to herself.

YES, YOU CAN HATE ME. It's been like three months I know and I don't need to go too much into it. Let's just say mental health reasons didn't allow me to be productive in the summer and school was getting a lot more serious than I had anticipated once summer was over. I'm back on vacation now though and I plan on using this time to get to the bloodbath since we're like, what, three chapters away? Speaking of! I already have half of the next one written so you can expect another update this week.

In other news, this time has allowed me to rethink my Games a lot and I've made some very exciting changed that I cannot wait for all of you to read about...

Please leave a review and I look forward to seeing some predictions quite soon!

Ciao!