A Warning in Crimson

In District 12, where coal dust settles into everything and silence is safer than speaking, there are rumors of a girl in red who plays music in the woods.
Prudence Crimson Baird doesn't talk much. She doesn't need to. Her flute carries farther than words ever could-through the trees, across the fence, into the lives of people who pretend not to listen. Some say her songs are just music. Others say they're warnings.
Solis Fellin doesn't believe in warnings. Not when there are mouths to feed, not when the Capitol keeps taking and taking. But when he begins to hear the same haunting melody echoing through the forest-the same song, played again and again-he starts to wonder if the girl behind it sees something he doesn't.
Drawn together by quiet moments stolen from a restless world, Prue Crimson and Solis form a connection that doesn't need many words. But in a place like District 12, even silence can be dangerous, and not all songs are meant to be heard.
As tensions rise and choices grow heavier, Solis must decide what it means to act-and Prue Crimson must decide what it means to be heard.
Because some warnings are easy to ignore.
And some are impossible to outrun.