He had come so far. He had been in the finals of a League for the first time. He was determined to win, but it wasn't enough.

Satoshi faked his happiness. He faked his happiness for Alan's victory and for how far he had gotten. When everyone had gone to their rooms, he cried.

But then something in him snapped.

A primal bloodlust awakened within him. Dark thoughts swarmed his mind. It wasn't his fault he lost. It was the people around him.

Satoshi went to the nearest PC and typed in brantsteele.net/hungergames POST 'EM BOYS