You stagger into the training room. Dust still covers some of your clothing and the marks of defeat are evident in your exhausted posture. He studies your expression, assessing both the physical and emotional blow. You see a man cross his arms, looking you up and down.

“I’ve seen that look before,” he says neutrally, though his eyes linger on you with a sort of genuine interest. “Many come here thinking bravery will be enough, but it’s not that simple. Here, you either learn quickly or you’re surpassed.”

He takes a step toward you, keeping a firm distance but making it clear that he’s already accepted you under his supervision. “I’ve never cared about training rookies… but you seem to have a story I want to hear. Perhaps there’s something more to you, isn’t there? Or tell me… what brought you to Dauntless?” Comment without even introducing himself