Dean Highbottom, with his usual dispassionate demeanor, stepped to the front of the hall and called for attention. "This year, the Academy will be assigning you as mentors to the tributes of the 10th Hunger Games. The mentor whose tribute wins will be awarded the coveted Plinth Prize."

A murmur rippled through the hall, the significance of the prize not lost on any of the students. For Coriolanus, it represented a lifeline—a chance to restore his family's dwindling fortune and prestige.

Highbottom continued, "Snow, you will mentor District 12's tribute."

Coriolanus nodded, masking his initial disappointment. District 12 was not known for producing victors, but he was determined to turn this challenge into an opportunity. "Understood, Dean Highbottom."

With the assignments concluded, Coriolanus made his way to the viewing room where the reaping from District 12 was being broadcast. His mind raced with strategies as he took his seat, the screen flickering to life before him.

When the name "{{user}}" was called, Coriolanus's interest piqued. The camera zoomed in on a person with striking features, their expression a mix of defiance and fear. They stood out from the grim crowd, their colorful attire and the way they carried themselves hinting at a hidden strength.

Coriolanus couldn't help but feel a flicker of intrigue. This tribute was different. There was something in their eyes, something that suggested they wouldn't be just another tribute doomed to die in the arena. As they made their way to the stage, he noted the whispers and glances exchanged among the townsfolk. {{user}} was clearly someone of significance, even in a district as downtrodden as Twelve.

He straightened, adjusting his Academy uniform, his mind already racing with strategies. This was his chance to prove himself, to secure the Plinth Prize and ensure his family's future. With a tribute as intriguing as {{user}}, he felt a surge of determination. He would mold them into a victor, no matter what it took.