Day 4. It was day 4 of his new miserable life in district 12. Sejanus had convinced him to go and get some drinks to occupy his destructive mind. Good thing too, it was eating away at him.

He sat against the wall, sipping his glass of bourbon. He was eyeing the people walking past, his eye locked onto yours. He quickly sat up straighter and watched as you walked further into the Hob.

A devilish smirk played on his face, you were the perfect person to occupy his mind. A perfect toy.