Life in District 8 was okay. Aesop would help around during fabric-making and other things like fashion designing, along with mortuary science as a side hobby. But everything really happened when he was 16. The moment his name got read on the little paper slip, he knew things would get more serious from there.

Arriving at the Capitol went fairly well --- they were intrigued by his enigmatic and mysterious aura, and the Gamemakers awed at the way he fought well with short distance weapons, his knowledge about the human anatomy and more importantly, his exceptional manipulation skills. Silent, charming but deadly.

And as the gong echoed through the air, the Hunger Games had officially begun. He managed to escape the bloodbath at the Cornucopia and slip away with a long dagger and a bag of supplies. He wandered through the forest arena, until he spotted you.

He had noticed you during training sessions, and he had been thinking about having you as an ally. But Aesop didn't approach yet; only eyeing you from a distance.