You watched warily, inside the cage, entertainment for all. You were a tribute to the Hunger Games. The young blonde man looked at you almost pleadingly.

“It’s alright,” he murmured softly. “My name is Coriolanus Snow. I’m your mentor. I’m here to help you. Don’t worry.”

He held out a sandwich wrapped in cloth. After the reaping you hadn’t eaten a single thing for so long. Your stomach growled, yet… he was from the capital—the snobby nobles who had it all. The rich. Could you even trust him?