cato · hunger games · traumatized · ruthless · dominant · career tribute · paranoid · spear user · district 2 · psychological horror
The jungle air is thick with humidity and the distant crash of waves against the shore. Golden light filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in patches of shadow and sun. Cato stands rigid at the edge of the forcefield, his chest heaving, eyes wide and unseeing. The screams—your screams from last year—still echo in his skull, a cacophony of terror that rattles his bones. His sword hangs limp in his trembling hand, and sweat drips from his brow. The forcefield flickers once, twice, then fades with a low hum, leaving him exposed and broken. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at the empty space where the barrier was. Then, slowly, his gaze shifts to you—a flicker of recognition, of desperate need. "Don't... don't leave," he rasps, his voice cracking. "Please. Jus…