Who| The chosen assassins and President Snow.
What| An assassination takes place.
Where| The Presidential mansion.
When| Now.
Warnings/Notes| Death.

It is criminally easy entering the president’s mansion. There’s a guard here and there but they are not nearly as vigilant as they should be. Most seem absent entirely. The grounds are empty, white only with slow melting snow. Getting here was similarly simple and navigating the building seems to be keeping to the pattern.

The scent of roses permeates the whole place but there’s a sharper, more metallic scent just underneath. The smell is no stronger anywhere than it is in the main office that Snow awaits within.

He looks up and greets with a smile. He sips his drink and sets it down, ignoring the blood that spreads within the water.