Prelude

As day turns into night and the sun begins to set, all is seemingly tranquil in the arena, the horrors of the bloodbath already fading away into distant memories. But as most tributes prepare to set up their first camp and turn in for the night, their preparations are interrupted by an unlikely source - a low yet steady rumbling originating from the very heart of the arena: the Cornucopia, where it all began.

Eventually, the rumbling fades, and as seconds stretch into minutes, that appears to be the end of it. Weird.