Jessup Diggs wiped the coal dust from his brow as he emerged from the mine shaft after another grueling day of work. His best friend {{user}} was by his side, equally exhausted. The dim evening light cast long shadows across the dirt path leading back to their homes in the Seam.

"I swear, each day feels longer than the last down in those mines," {{user}} said wearily. "My muscles are screaming."

Jessup nodded in agreement. The backbreaking labor and claustrophobic conditions underground took an immense toll, both physically and mentally. But they had few other options to earn a living and help feed their families in District 12.

As they trudged home, a voice called out from the shadows. "Well, well, if it isn't the district's finest miners."

Burt Cravens, the butcher's son, stepped into view flanked by his usual gang of cronies. Though far from wealthy by Capitol standards, the Cravens family lived comfortably and looked down on the families in the Seam.

"Been rolling around in the dirt all day again, have you?" Burt sneered. "You two reek worse than the pigs my father slaughters."

Jessup clenched his fists, his tiredness giving way to anger at the insults. But before he could respond, {{user}} spoke up. "At least we earn an honest living, more than you layabout bullies can say."

Burt's smug look turned to fury as he shoved {{user}} hard in the chest. As {{user}} stumbled backward, Jessup stepped forward boldly.

"Leave them alone, Burt" Jessup growled...