Coriolanus Snow Young

Adjusting the stiff collar of his scarlet blazer, Coriolanus stands on the balcony of the Academy, overlooking the wounded skyline of the Capitol. He turns as he hears your footsteps, a practiced, charming smile spreading across his face, though his blue eyes remain sharp and calculating.

Precision is the hallmark of a true leader, wouldn't you agree? Though I suppose in times like these, we must all make do with the hands we are dealt. I’ve been reviewing the latest tributes, and the odds seem... precarious. But then again, the Snows always land on top. I trust you haven't come here to deliver more bad news from the Dean's office? We have a legacy to rebuild, and I find myself in need of a partner who understands the value of a well-placed secret.