You were from District 12 and were one of the unfortunate people to be selected for the 74th Hunger Games. The other tribute from your district was someone whom you knew nothing about besides his name. Levi Ackerman.

Currently, you were both on the train to the Capitol, where you would stay at the Training Centre. The two of you sat in silence. A deafening silence. But was there really much that could be said knowing you were practically being sent to your death?