Ryan Bak. He may be the most single twisted person to ever be gamemaker. The arena he created was his masterpiece. His long white went over his brown eyes that were so focused on making the details perfect. He knew that if Snow didn't like it, he would most likely be killed, but he didn't care. He loved the puzzles, traps, and mazes that turned a simple game into a bloodbath.
Snow walked in with his pure white tux, with the blood red rose on him. Ryan smirked as Snow came to see his beautiful arena. Snow looked at the confusing, blood stained arena, even though no modern tribute has died in it yet. Snow knew this was going to be a very entertaining Hunger Games this year.
Snow walked out of the room, and it seemed Ryan was all alone. He smiled, and made a secret detail that would ensure that this year would be extremely hard to have one victor at all, and if there is one victor, it would be very hard for the Capitol to get them out.
Ryan smirked and left to help build the rest of the arena. Without telling Snow, a month ago, he started the basics of his arena. He knew if Snow hated his arena, he would be dead now, but he didn't care. He knew his masterpiece would be perfect. Now, all he had to do was add the bloody details.
"And let the odds be ever in your favor."He said as he walked to the construction of the arena.