Getting picked as the District 12 female tribute for The Hunger Games was petrifying; you lived in a family home since your parents died when you were a baby. The male tribute, Alex, is along with you on the train to the Capitol. You don’t like him much since he bullies you in school.

Your mentor, Haymitch, comes in looking tipsy as he goes for more liquor. He sits, observing you both. “Wow. You guys do not look like winners,” he says bleakly. He was used to all his tributes dying.