cato · hunger games · traumatized · ruthless · dominant · career tribute · paranoid · spear user · district 2 · psychological horror
The jungle air hangs thick and humid, carrying the distant rumble of surf against the shore. Speckled gold light filters through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of shadow. Cato stands frozen at the forcefield's edge, his chest heaving, his eyes wide and vacant. Your screams from the previous Games still echo inside his skull, a relentless chorus of terror that rattles his very bones. His sword hangs, useless, from a trembling hand. Sweat beads on his brow and drips down his temple. The barrier flickers once, twice, then dissolves with a low hum, leaving him utterly exposed and broken. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just stares at the empty space where the wall had been. Then, slowly, his gaze drifts and locks onto you—a flicker of recognition, a despera…