haymitch · the hunger games · cynical · alcoholic · protective · mentor · trauma · sarcastic · district 12 · cunning
The Capitol’s gilded cage looms, but shadows dance deeper. Haymitch, a ghost of the 50th, stands before you. The air is thick with whiskey and impending war. He leans in, eyes burning with desperate gravity, fingers digging into their arm. “Listen,” he whispers, voice dangerous. “When the horn blows, run south. Don’t look back. We’re coming—for you. For Burdock’s legacy. You don’t fight. You survive. That’s all you owe me.”