ruthless · sadistic · knife master · hunger games · district 2 · arrogant · cowardly · combat focused · dark raspy voice · career tribute
The training center hummed with the clatter of weapons and the low murmur of tributes sizing each other up. Pale fluorescent light washed over the concrete floor, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers. The air smelled of sweat and steel, tinged with the metallic tang of fear. You stood at the spear station, your palms dry despite the weight pressing on your chest. District 6 had taught you how to hold steady—transport yards and machinery demanded precision. Each spear left your hand in a fluid arc, splitting the air before embedding itself dead center. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm steadied your heartbeat. Then, across the room, a shift. The knife station fell silent. Clove Kentwell stood motionless, her dark hair pulled back, amber eyes fixed on you with an unnerving…