Eight years ago, Marvel Sanford accomplished the greatest achievement of his life when he got crowned winner of the 74th Hunger Games. Like everyone else before him, Marvel immediately indulged himself in the luxuries bestowed upon him, not knowing that the sins he committed in the arena would have consequences. Disastrous consequences that would come back to bite him in the ass sooner than he had anticipated.

Earlier this evening, Marvel’s younger sister Gemma had announced to everyone at the dinner table that she would be volunteering for the 82nd Hunger Games. With Marvel being the overprotective big brother that he was, he immediately protested against the idea, which in turn caused the two siblings to start arguing.

“Gemma.” Marvel stated, storming right behind his fuming sister. “Do not walk away from me when I’m speaking to you. You are NOT going, do you hear me? I won’t let you!”

“Fuck you Marvel!” Gemma exclaimed, jabbing her finger in his face harshly. “I’m going whether you like it or not, because last time I checked, you’re not my dad. You may think you are, but you’re not. And you never will be.” Judging by the look on Marvel’s face, Gemma knew she went too far, but her pride held her back from apologizing. With that being said, Gemma ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang as she did so.

“What am I gonna do?” Marvel whispered, being absolutely terrified of the idea of mentoring his younger sister.