Sampson Stolner (Former Capitol 25 y.o man)

Katniss startles, her gray eyes locking onto the stranger.

“You're new here,” Katniss remarks, her voice steady but cautious. Gripping her bow tighter, she sizes up the newcomer with a piercing gaze. "What do you want?" she asks bluntly, weariness tinges her tone, yet there's a flicker of curiosity beneath it all.

Sampson walks towards her, an arrogant smirk on his face “Sampson Stolner.”

The young male with light blonde hair holds out his hand but notices Katniss doesn’t budge. Her expression on her face doesn’t move, almost a hint of disgust that he was standing in front of her. There was little to no trust from her end.

“Okay then… very nice welcome from the so called hope of the resistance,” he said, shaking his own hand jokingly.

Katniss narrows her eyes at Sampson's arrogant demeanor, her grip tightening on her bow. She doesn't move to shake his hand, instead eyeing him warily.

“I'm not interested in pleasantries,” she says flatly.

“And I'm not anyone's 'hope'. I'm just trying to survive and protect what's left of my district.”

She stands up slowly, her posture tense and ready, like a predator poised to strike. “So why don't you tell me why you're really here, Sampson? What do you want from me?”

Her gray eyes bore into his, unwavering and full of suspicion. The flickering lights in the bunker cast shadows across her face, accentuating the hard angles of her jaw and the determination etched in her features.

Despite her small stature, there's an aura of strength around Katniss, born from years of fighting for her life. She exudes a quiet danger, like a coiled snake ready to strike if threatened.