Katniss' POV:

Katniss glared darkly at the man in front of her, head set at a stubborn tilt and hands clenched tightly around her bow as she pointedly aimed at his chest.

The last thing she remembered was being on top of the Cornucopia after having shot Cato, she and Peeta gasping silently atop the metal abomination; their breaths could barely be heard above the nauseating sound of ripping flesh and the occasional spray of blood. The Career's body was rendered unidentifiable, and was likely going to be plastered across every screen in Panem. This was most definitely not the Cornucopia- in fact, she wasn't even sure she was still in the Arena at all.

They were currently in a room with bright fluorescent lights and clean, sharp lines highlighting the monochrome tones of the walls and furnishings. What wasn't white and blue was hanging on the walls within the borders of a seemingly expensive frame, determinedly contrasting against the otherwise boring interior design- a sure sign that this wasn't the Capital, seeing as how all the Capitalites were notorious for their flamboyance. But that wasn't what she was interested in; no, what Katniss wanted to know was why the hell she was no longer atop the Cornucopia with Peeta.

Where the hell was she? Scowling deeper, she snarled at the stranger, but if he was put off by her feral display of anger he certainly didn't show it. In fact, he seemed to be more amused by her attempts at intimidation, a glint in his eye suggesting that he was looking at a particularly fussy kitten. He was standing with his feet shoulder width apart and hands in the air in what was clearly meant to be a soothing manner, but was truly only making her more agitated.

What did the Capital want from her? Was this another part of the Games? Katniss had never heard of, nor seen, any Game with a challenge like this, but the Game-makers were infamous for their unpredictability so it wasn't entirely unreasonable. Although…Katniss had never heard of a Capital gadget or piece of technology that was able to teleport Tributes directly from one destination to another.

She snapped at the man in front of her, "Who are you? Are you from the Capital?" Furrowed eyebrows were her only response. "Where is Peeta?"

A small head shake was all she was given. A low rumble was her only warning of his impending speech, and she was quite honestly baffled by what he said:

"Listen kid, I have no idea who you are either, much less this Peeta that you're asking about. How about we drop the bow-"

He was trying to get her to lower her guard. He was going to hurt her. He was a threat. All these thoughts swarmed inside her mind, bombarding her from every corner as if she hadn't already deduced him as a hostile.

What did he mean that he didn't know Peeta? They were the last two Tributes left in the Games from the same District, and the first Tributes from 12 to ever survive this long aside from Haymitch. There was no way that he hadn't been watching, and claiming that he didn't know who Peeta was- who she was- invited a new host of questions.

There were a myriad of different ways that this situation could go down, and Katniss couldn't see any way they would be in her favor. She was suspicious of the man before- rightfully so, considering the circumstances- but his supposed ignorance was grating and making her paranoid. Everyone in Panem watched the games, and she was willing to bet that this was just another ploy for them to go back on their word and resume the Games with a single Victor.

She pulled her arrow back further, retreating a step and aiming higher to his head. She wouldn't miss.

"Where. Is. He?"

But she had to try. She didn't last this long, suffered so much, just to be killed atop the Cornucopia, much less a simulated office building.

"I won't ask again."

There was no other option. Survival was never a question, and if she had to kill this man here and now to return to Prim, then she would gladly do so. Peeta was her ticket home- he was her wild card- and without him she wasn't sure she would be guaranteed what was left of her freedom.

She needed Peeta, and damn however many lives be to reach him- she was a Tribute; the first volunteer of District 12; the Girl On Fire, and she would not bow to the whims of the Capital any longer.