die with a smile. - atsumu miya.

augustine stood frozen on her metal plate, eyes locked on the Cornucopia. The clock ticked down-ten seconds. She forced herself to stay still. One wrong step and the mines would blow.

Five seconds.

Tributes around her tensed, some shifting too soon. Her heart pounded, but she stayed rooted, eyes flicking to the bow just out of reach.

Three seconds.

Sweat dripped down her temple. The hum of the timer drowned everything.

One.

The final beep pierced the air. The arena erupted.