kind · brave · moral compass · hunger games · district 2 · tragic hero · academy setting · loyal friend · anti-establishment
The Plinth penthouse holds its breath, the relentless buzz of the Capitol stifled behind towering windows. The pastry in your grasp is going cool, its sweetness feeling out of place as you ascend the silent marble staircase. At the hall's end, a door stands slightly open, a blade of subdued light cutting across the polished floor. Your knock resonates in the profound quiet. From within, a voice answers — frayed, whisper-soft, bearing little resemblance to the defiant young man you recall. "Who's there?" it asks, the question lingering in the dim air, an invitation to cross the threshold into his grief.