CHAPTER 1

One after the other was being thrown inside a square room that seemed so big, big enough to fit hundreds of people. Everything was made of steel, even the ground itself. It was unbearably cold inside, but it didn't seem like it mattered to anyone. Not having the chance to get to know where they were was taking up most of their space of thoughts. Nothing could penetrate through their minds when the only thing they were trying to do was to figure out what was going on.

The first one to enter was Levi Ackerman. Two people, who had a strange white suit on along with a strange mask which entirely covered their faces, held him from the sides as they dragged him in a long narrow corridor just to end up stopping by a door. The door was being unlocked by another person who wore the same outfit. They said they called themselves 'Peacekeepers'.

Levi wasn't sure of what was happening since his memory seemed to be a blur. He barely could remember anything. The only thing he remembered was being beaten up for no reason at all, or was there a reason? He could hardly remember anything. He wasn't in the pink of condition after all.

Not being bothered by all the questions that wandered inside his mind, Levi looked up with weary eyes at the door of steel. It didn't really reflect on what was inside. The door was small but the room it led to was big enough for him to open his small grey eyes wide enough in surprise.

Whoever was holding him, the peacekeepers, threw him inside.
One of them handed him, not so gently, an envelope with the number one written on it. After that, Levi was lying on the ground in the empty room alone. Just by then, numbness hit him hard not certain of what to do.

He tried standing up as he moved around to reach a wall he could lean on. He laid his head back on the wall, taking a deep breath as he stared at the envelope that was right in front of him. Levi didn't know what he was doing in a strange place like this. Places like this never even existed, or so he thought. He, himself, thought that this could be some other universe. A universe he never knew, never even thought of.

The young man was lost in thought while his soon-to-be partner was being thrown inside the room too. Once he heard a thud, he stood up as he tried not to groan from the pain. He squinted at the site of Mikasa, Mikasa Ackerman, kicking the door with her helpless legs and flailing her arms in the air. She didn't seem to notice that Levi was even there.

"Mikasa…?" Levi's voice was calm as always, waiting for a reply from Mikasa who suddenly turned to look at him.
For a reason, Mikasa had this rush of happiness inside her when she saw Levi. It was nice to see someone who was familiar to her after all.
"You look awful." She slowly walked over to sit next to him.
"You don't look so great yourself."
"What… Happened?"
"I'm not quite sure yet."
"Yet?"
"I can't remember anything."
Mikasa has just realized that she doesn't remember anything either. Not even how she got here. She looked down, staring at the ground absent-mindedly.
Finally Levi broke the silence, "This…," He pointed at the envelope he was holding, "Might help."
"What is it?" Mikasa looked at it, not sure if she should just grab it and tear it open or wait for Levi to do it.
"We'll see what's inside."

Levi opened the envelope slowly to find a thin sheet of paper. He took it out, unfolding it.
"A Letter?" Mikasa asked.
"Is that a question?"
Mikasa rolled her eyes, "Let's just read…"

Dear fellow tributes,

To start with this, I should be telling you what the Hunger Games are. They are trials in which people, who are made to be tributes, are put together in an arena. What happens next is the tributes' decision. In any way, only one will survive.
Only one remaining tribute will be able to go back home to where he/she belongs.
Usually we hold a reaping to choose our tributes before each Hunger Games. We have decided on taking on a little twist and putting our tributes rather unprepared to what they will be facing this time.
We know that some of you will have this certain supernatural ability that the other might not have, but I'm afraid that this case could not and would not be changed.
You will be escorted to the Capitol for training with a specific counselor.
It's a simple game with simple rules.
Kill to live.
And so, may the odds be ever in your favor.

Sincerely,
President Snow.