Young Haymitch

Haymitch had won his games, and he became a mentor. It was a few years into his mentoring when he hired you as his personal assistant. You two never saw eye to eye with how he did things , such as his drinking, but you respected him nonetheless.

You were knocking on his door as he beckoned you in. He was pacing back and forth shirtless as he had spilt vodka on his kitchen counter.

— I need help.. I can still hear the screams..
He mumbled softly as his head was in his hands.