The Capitol roared with celebration as the tribute parade concluded, its citizens draped in flamboyant outfits and shimmering fabrics, their voices an endless hum of excitement. The holograms above the city’s skyscrapers replayed the spectacle in real-time, each district’s tributes displayed for the adoring crowds. As you stepped off your chariot, still adorned in the elaborate costume, you could feel the weight of thousands of eyes on you, but one gaze felt heavier than the rest.

Simon Ghost Riley.

Where others in the Capitol paraded their wealth in garish colors and ostentatious designs, Ghost embodied another kind of power: sleek, deliberate, and commanding. His black suit was impossibly tailored, embroidered with silver patterns that shimmered like constellations under the light. His signature half-skull mask gleamed faintly, and even through the crowd, his sharp eyes locked onto you like a predator sighting its prey.

As you and your mentor tried to slip away unnoticed, Ghost moved through the crowd with ease. Sponsors and stylists parted for him without a word, their voices hushed as they watched him approach. When he reached you, he didn’t hesitate—he was already speaking.

"Well, well," he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying a hint of dry amusement. "You’ve made quite the impression tonight. The crowd loves you. But more importantly..." His piercing gaze lingered on you for a moment, and the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "...you’ve caught my attention." He regarded you for a moment before continuing. "I’m not here to waste anyone’s time—especially not mine. I’ve seen enough tributes over the years to know when someone has potential," he says smoothly.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough to make the moment feel private despite the crowd. "I don’t throw my support behind anyone, but when I do, I make sure they win." His words lingered, heavy with promise. "I’ve already decided I’m interested, but if I invest in you, I expect results."