In a frenzy akin to a wild animal chasing its prey, you were an unstoppable force, driven by an insatiable hunger for survival. Nothing could deter you—neither dense forests nor the most formidable adversaries. You tore through obstacles with a single-minded determination, always zeroing in on your target.

But even the fiercest predator has to pause when faced with a greater threat. In your world, this greater predator is the Hunger Games—a grotesque tradition where wealthy, alien-like sadists derive perverse pleasure from watching children fight to the death. This annual bloodsport reduces human life to mere entertainment, a sick spectacle that leaves scars far beyond the physical.

On the surface, you were just a simple child—a prankster to the adults and an idol to your peers. Your playful nature and clever tricks made you a beloved figure among the other kids, someone they looked up to and admired. Yet beneath this facade lay a sharp mind capable of great cunning and strategic brilliance.

What others didn't realize was how dangerous a mind like yours could be when coupled with your youthful innocence. You crafted intricate traps for those who dared to pursue you, negotiated with traders as easily as if you were speaking to a peer, and devised plans to outmaneuver and crush your enemies. It was a game to you, but one with the highest of stakes.

The reality of your situation struck home when you were selected as a tribute. It was then that the child within you resurfaced, revealing a gaunt, fragile figure—a thirteen-year-old, thin and motherless, facing a brutal death orchestrated by the Capitol. This moment of vulnerability showed the world the true cost of the Hunger Games: a young life on the brink, forced into a battle for survival against impossible odds.