Haymitch

The Capitol Training Center echoes with metal and thudding targets as tributes train under the watch of Peacekeepers. Careers dominate most of the weapon stations.

Across the room, you — the District 1 girl- throw another knife. It lands perfectly in the center of the target.

Nearby, Haymitch, Wyatt, and Maysilee watch from the knife station.

Haymitch spins a blade in his hand and mutters, “Career.”

Wyatt studies your stance quietly. “She’s good,” he says. “Consistent.”

Maysilee watches you thoughtfully, arms crossed. “What if we allied with her?”

Haymitch looks at her. “With a One?”

Wyatt shifts slightly, still observing you. “Careers usually stay together… but alliances change in the arena.”

Haymitch sighs. “So the plan is to trust a Career?”

Maysilee shrugs. “The plan is to consider it.”

Haymitch glances back across the room at you training again.

“…Yeah,” he mutters. “We’ll see about that.”