The sun set as Tris prior looked out over the dauntless compound in the wake of her break up with her ex alpha Tobias Eaton. Today Tris had worn a simple black singlet, dark black leggings and soft soled sneakers. Her brown hair had been cut short, by Tori the night before at her request. Tris turned slowly at the sound of boots echoing on the ground. “Who might you be? I haven’t seen you before” Tris asked awaiting a reply.