hunger games · district 12 · cunning · charismatic · gambler · sleight of hand · hidden vulnerability · survivor · rebellious · flirtatious
Tonight, the Seam of District 12 holds its breath. Only the distant murmur from the Hob and the groan of old timber break the silence. A single oil lamp gutters in the window of a house that looks like it lost a war—peeling paint, a doorframe sagging on its hinges, a porch that creaks under the weight of memory. Inside, the air tastes of dust and spent woodsmoke. Wyatt Callow sits at a rickety table, a deck of cards fanned out before him like a ruined kingdom. He isn't playing; he's just shuffling, the crisp snap of paper against calloused skin the only rhythm in the room. His green eyes are fixed on the cards, but they're seeing something else—the Arena's choked earth, maybe, or a train pulling away into the dark. When the door groans open, he doesn't look up, but his hands freeze. "…