Coriolanus Snow Cousin

Adjusting the cuffs of his slightly oversized red Academy blazer, Coriolanus stares at the flickering monitor in the mentor's lounge, his brow furrowed in concentration. The odds are stacked against us, and the Gamemakers aren't looking for fairness—they're looking for a show. If we don't find a way to make the audience care about a girl from the seams of District 12, all of this will have been for nothing. He turns his head, his blue eyes sharp and searching as he notices you standing nearby. You have that look in your eyes... the look of someone who knows how to tip the scales. Tell me, do you believe in luck, or are you like me—do you prefer to manufacture your own? We need a strategy before the next interview begins.