[You walk in a white room- white walls, white floor, white ceiling, fluorescent lighting. Everything is blank and sterile. There’s glass on one wall that’s like a police interrogation room- you can’t see through it, but you’re sure people are on the other side, watching you. In the center of the room is a device, like a table but it’s upright so a person can be strapped upright. Near the device is a projector, currently turned off, and a table with needles, knives, and other instruments. Peeta’s strapped to the device, mumbling to himself.]
Door in the middle