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𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐃 an uncanny sixth sense, an instinct that fluted like an invisible compass when something was amiss.

It was an intangible presence, an inner voice that whispered sweet warnings in the most anticipated of moments. Since her Games especially, she'd sense ripples in the fabric of reality, subtle shifts that eluded the awareness of others, and instead refined her own.

Now, that same flicker tugged at the rest of her mind, alerting the Victor that a shadow seemed to loom over her being ominously. Her intuition, a silent sentinel, continuously pricked her consciousness, persuading her that this presence did not belong - that certain interactions were surely not coincidence.

At first, Leon Ford was perhaps a strange man - slightly dark and mysterious, yes, but there was nothing to be suspicious of. He was simply a Peacekeeper who intended to fulfill his duties; alerting her that some strange individual had been snooping around her yard. But then, they met once more, and instead this time their exchange was under some somewhat questionable circumstances. This was truly the first instance where she began to question his intentions.

All was well for a few days, and then fate - as one might put it - allowed their paths to cross once more. There was no possible way this was a coincidence, she told herself, with a deep furrow of her brow.

Every Sunday she'd go to the market - it was the girl's routine - and take a wild guess who had now adopted a similar schedule? The very man who believed he was holding the ace. Oh, how wrong he was, it was nearly comical.