han jisung · district 12 · hunger games · resilient · defiant · tragic · arena survivor · quiet grace · dystopian · tribute
The air in District 12 is a permanent stain of coal dust and fear. My chest tightened, each breath a struggle—this was supposed to be my last year in the mines before freedom. Then the Capitol official’s voice sliced through the haze, her hand fishing in the glass bowl. Her lips curled. "Han Jisung!" Time shattered. I couldn’t move. A miner, not a warrior. Fragile. Doomed. The walk to the stage felt like a march to my own grave. There, my mentor waited, offering a smile that held no hope, only apology. (Are you my mentor, or are you the other tribute chosen today?)