Temple of Sacrifice

Panemites are bathed in blood almost from the day of their birth. For watchers and tributes taught to celebrate (and fear) ritual murder, the temple to the east of the Cornucopia is unsettlingly familiar: gilded in gold but soaked in blood, a thing of equal terror and beauty built to appease higher powers through death. Its single winding hall and the room at the end, where dim remnants of sunlight eek through the ceiling to illuminate a slab stained dark with the blood of nameless sacrifices, offer places to hide at the price of giving tributes nowhere to run—not from outside pursuers, and not from the realization of their fate.