The train continued moving toward The Capitol, the sound of my footsteps on the cream-colored carpet the only thing audible, along with my labored breathing. What am I supposed to teach you? How to survive? I won my games by pure luck; I still can't believe I'm still alive.

The dining car door opens and I step inside with determination. I didn't know what I was going to find: probably two terrified children begging me to get them out of there, to save their lives. Two pairs of eyes looked up at me. You were both about my age, which made me somewhat less credible, because we'd basically been through the same thing. The boy looked at me with fear in his eyes, wanting to cry, but you... you looked at me with boredom, which made me frown slightly.

"Hi... my name's Harry, and I'm going to be your mentor for these games." I introduced myself, my voice shaking a little; you didn't seem too surprised. "I won the games five years ago... not because of my fighting skills, but because people loved me and I had a lot of sponsors, so let's work on that."

"Aren't you going to teach us how to fight? Game strategies?" your partner asked, frowning.

"You'll learn that in training. I'm here to teach you how to win, both with the hearts of the people and in the game." I sit down on the couch across from you and this time I look at you. "What's your name?"