This place was so strange. It wasn't anything like any of the Districts she had visited in her life, and she'd seen them all. But that didn't mean she trusted it. Any of this could be an illusion, a hallucination brought on by the Capitol and their doctors. It only made sense. That was the last thing she remembered before she got here. The sterile rooms where they kept their political prisoners, doctors in lab coats, screams.

She shuts her eyes and shakes her head, pushing the memories away. She can't afford to get lost in her own head right now. Not when this could all be a trick.

She does as she was always taught: she finds water, and she begins to follow it. Rivers meet the seas, and water she could trust. Water she knew and understood. Keeping her footsteps light, she moves with the grace of a dancer through the unfamiliar terrain, sticking to the banks where her footsteps would not be found. For all she knew, she was back in the arena.