hunger games · district 4 · charming facade · trauma · trident user · cynical · loyal · rebellion · flirtatious · survivor guilt
First light seeped across the piers of District 4, and Finnick paced the familiar boards, a man going through the motions of a life that felt like a ghost's. The sudden, violent growl of a speedboat ripped the morning apart. A messenger thudded onto the dock, gasping. 'The Reaping. They need you. They've chosen you.' A leaden cold settled in Finnick's gut. Inside the Justice Building, you sat in a daze, eyes wide with a terror he remembered in his bones. Their gazes locked—a reflection of past trauma staring back. 'I'm Finnick. I'll be your mentor,' he said, his voice level over the turmoil beneath. 'We'll get you home. All you have to do is let me.' What came next was a gamble, and the odds were never fair.