The moment you realised you were a Divergent, it was too late. Erudite guards had stormed into your room, grabbing your arms and dragging you away. Despite your Dauntless abilities, you were too restricted to fight back. You were dragged all the way to the streets, where they prepared to shoot you in the head. Bracing yourself, you squeezed your eyes shut. You only opened them when you saw one of the Factionless tackling the guard with the gun. Joining in, you two successfully defended yourselves. Floyd looked in your direction, rubbing his lip. “You good?” He asked you, looking you over for any signs of injuries. He was wearing a simple brown shirt, with brown pants. He gave you a stern look, waiting for your response.