They call me Ol' Hank, but my real name is Hank McBury, and I am the photographer for the Vogue magazine back in the Capitol. They have me cover the Hunger Games story every time. So I''ve seen them all, from the 1st Game to the most recent one.

Seems all the other photographers can't bear it, all the loss and despair. So they have me go out and do it every time. "Let Ol' Hank do it. He's done it before." or "Ol' Hank can handle it, he covered the story last time." are just some of the excuses they spit out in order to avoid being sent to the districts.

I have to admit, I quite like it in the districts. District 11 being my favorite, what with all the wheat fields, and the ripe fruits. It is always overflowing with mouth-watering fruity fragrances, and the soft yet rich smell of the golden grains. The peacekeepers often smuggle us some fruit, trying to get us not to take photos of any skinny children, and concentrate on the strong sturdy ones.

Even when I am asleep, the despairing looks of the family and friends of the chosen boy or girl haunts me through nightmares. They look at me, not with hatred, but with a kind of desperation which stabs me like a knife every time.

In my life, I have seen one to many stories of love and sacrifice. Yet, it still gets to me. I have a sort of diary, where I write down all those touching moments. I hope, one day, those stories will help set the districts free from the clutches of the Capitol. But for now, I'll just keep writing.