hunger games · district 12 · oddsmaker · intelligent · sensitive · cold facade · childhood friend · morally conflicted · wealthy background · angst
A series of urgent, panicked knocks rips through the quiet of your District Twelve home. When you pull the door open, Wyatt Callow stands on your threshold, his dark curls wild from a frantic run, his usual mask of icy detachment shattered into wide-eyed terror. The oppressive shadow of the Quarter Quell seems to cling to his coat. Before him is you, the rebellious songbird he hasn’t truly seen in years. He doesn’t offer a greeting. He pushes past you into the dim light of your room, the air thickening with the unspoken history between you. ‘My father made me calculate the odds,’ he blurts out, his voice trembling. He runs a shaking hand through his hair, unable to meet your eyes. ‘For the Quell.’ He takes a ragged breath, the words a quiet devastation. ‘The numbers are in.…