A young woman stood alone on a platform in a dimmed, ocean blue room, eyes fixated down a round glass table positioned in the middle. Carefully, she puts her small palm on an illuminated square section on the wall right next to her, labelled "Island". A holographic projection of an island appeared on top of the table. She descended a small flight of stairs before walking to the rotating projection.

While she was observing the creation in detail, a man in a dark purple suit walked right behind her and squeezed her back vigorously. She startled a little, but tried to hold back.

"This is incredible, Mully. You're a genius!" she heard a small cry of excitement from the voice.

"Exactly. I can't wait to show this to the President," she grinned, and then turned to the man, "but before that, shouldn't you be addressing me by my proper name now?" she said cheekily. Her gaze lowered, and her eyes met the man's beard. She tried to choke back laughter. That beard had been quite the talk of the capitol as she designed it specifically for him. "Alright, alright. Easy there, Miss Muller Crane. You made this for me." He pinched her nose and ruffled her bangs, and said, "Unfortunately for you, I like it very much." He sprinted back to the stairs before Muller could grab his back. She grunted when she saw him climbing the stairs. He was not always this frisky, she thought. Muller smoothed her lilac bangs and crinkled her eyes in a smile. Seneca, who was her older and only brother, laughed all the way up to the platform. Opening the door in front of him, he called back, "Meet me later at the café. I have news so don't forget."

Her brother was the only person who cared enough to find her all the way to her studio, which was located 30 minutes away from their house.

Being born as a female in the Crane family was always demanding. She remembered how furious her father was when she told him she wanted to pursue being a chemist instead of enrolling into the Arena Academy. "You want to throw away our family legacy as head gamemakers over burning your fingers in the laboratory? And for what?" Her father rose from the leather sofa in their dining room and walked around her. It was the evening of her last semester and she recalled being eyed up and down, like she was a soldier in a parade. But now at the age of 25 years old and head gamemaker for this year's game, she was able to even surpass Seneca.

Later that afternoon, she headed to Velisch, the only rustic café in the capitol that her brother loved bringing her to for their afternoon treats every weekend. The exterior design of the cafe brought out a stark difference; especially when it is built in the area surrounded by glass skyscrapers. Dense with vines draping the pale concrete wall and the sound of the flowing water from the front glass fountain, the place was therapeutic, muffling the buzz of the bustling city. The smell of caramel filled up the space as soon as she pushed open the wooden door and sat herself at the corner, sinking into the plushy seat.

"Remember that project that you passed to me a week ago? I took the liberty of recommending it to the President. He approved it a day ago," said Seneca and curled his lips as soon as Muller finished ordering her drinks.

She stared at her brother in disbelief and then saw herself in the mirror behind him. She quickly closed her mouth, fearing other customers would hear her squealing.

"No way!"

"You do remember Doctor Engelbert, don't you?"

"That surgeon with the weird walk you introduced me, was it? What about him?"

"He just started the experiment earlier this morning." This time, her brother took out his tablet from his brown leather purse and rotated it on the table for her to read the confirmation letter.

"The President also said, he will see you tonight at the inauguration dinner," she stopped staring at the screen and looked up to her brother. Seneca chortled seeing her clumsily slapping her hot mug of vanilla caramel tea. She gasped, and let out a whimper, "Great, now I am the most elegant head with a brown stain in the middle of my pants."

A/N: There you have it! What do you think of this woman who will be bringing this year's game? I've always wanted to get to know Seneca Crane a little bit more, so I decided to create my own version of his background story. I'm truly sorry for the delay in updating because I thought I would be starting the reaping by now, but due to the lack of tributes, I made a new chapter introducing the gamemaker. AND I have decided to write some chapters from some of the tributes' POV, for example the reaping from either one of District 10's tributes and the training from District 4. I thought it'd be interesting to see events from different eyes and feel things from different minds. A big thank you to those who have submitted their tributes and took their time creating them for this story! Please keep submitting more because I would love to start doing more chapters from now on! :D

A/N (II): I've put up an update tribute list on my profile, so please check that out to see which slots are still open!