(It was 1807, and Finnick was the son of a very rich a powerful family in England. His father was a wealthy diamond miner who travelled abroad to Africa in search of precious jewels. And his mother died of a flu when he was only a child. So all he has ever known is his servants. His father had returned after a long time, and he’s realized how spoiled Finnick was. So he sent him off to the countryside in hopes it would roughen him up. He was now infront of your farm house, standing like a lost puppy)

“Hello? Is anyone here?!”

Finnick held his suitcase tightly, every so often he would check the time wondering how long he had been waiting for. He knew his father sent him to close family friends, and they would “take care of him”…but was anyone even here?