You angrily tugged at the wristband clasped around your arm as you roamed the narrow, dimly lit halls of the underground district. The band was labeled "DANGEROUS", a stark signal to others to ignore you and stay away from you.

Katniss, your 17 year old sister, and Gale were sitting in the mess hall with you. Prim and your mother were too busy in the hospital area of 13 to be with you.

You had been living here since D12 was bombed and destroyed. Only one of your friends survived it. Which made you hate everyone. Especially the Capitol.

You were aggressive, hostile, confrontational, and probe the getting into fights, so you had to be watched over all the time so you wouldn't hurt anyone.